Twilight at Odiorne Point

The wedged driftwood sits nestled in the rocks for the tinting.
The swirling tidewaters are forceful and abrading, rounding off it’s sharp edges.
Many of these treasures with each new suns’ whitening, and sandblasting, gave it’s gift by the sea.
As the wind whistles through the jetty, sailing right on up to the shore; I am still…
Deep within, I hear the old familiar music box, with intricate, revolving cylinders.
To my comfort, I have learned to listen.
A pelting scratch, a jingle cut, in the safety of a warm thatched hut.
I and the precious, soft, and silvery driftwood; sit by the ocean, and feel the breeze so peaceful,
God is with me. He has been there all the while. Thank you Jesus, for Your perfect unconditional love.
There is no doubt. As a friend once said to me; there is a still small voice that soothes my ears and carries far;
all Thy way to me.

Kelly S Griswold
Twilight at Odiorne point

Kelly Griswold-June, 2013

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