Curtain of Leaves
Grant Hope #10
Where the sea
glimmering and rolling meets the shore
there is no soft sand for my feet
but solid rock with crevices of ages past
there the water collects as wrinkles become shallow caves
And yet
in this beauteous place that is untouched except by God’s hand
glimmering and rolling in time
a single green plant grows
pleasing, wide, and tall
displaying to rocky life it can stand its ground
So there a woman steps into the sound
the shade of this life is just as much as she desires it to be
The rocks are stiff beneath her feet
the water slips between her toes
while the sun warms her heart
and her beauty sways
potent and elegant
behind a curtain of leaves
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