FOOTSTEPS ON THE SAND
From the bottom
of the deepest ocean,
a tenor’s voice defeats the orchestra,
survives the pressure and currents of the deep
and rises to a sandy beach and walks along the sand.
Faith has its own groove rhythmic,
free from church, free from bells.
I’m a lover of God
as you can tell.
I hear the tides,
they’re singing.
I hear the water,
each tiny wave
trying to follow,
learning the words
humming along.
It’s not a miracle, it’s life…
From the depths you rise,
to the heavens you’ll soar,
Relax,
if you’re afraid to fly,
you can climb a staircase to the stars.
It’s time to nurture your soul…
The day whispers his secrets to the night as she approaches.
The night whispers her secrets to the morning.
The sun is rising,
The light dividing night from day is moving east,
but a line never begins where one had ended,
the snake its tail to bite pretended…
A sigh is heard from high above the clouds,
the mountains hold their breath
and strain their ears to listen,
and He lets it be,
and His voice is louder than thunder.
And as the peace of a quiet dream
turns into one loud primal scream,
the Earth exhales,
the Universe can breathe.
The footsteps on the beach
were left
by me.
JaZzArt en València 
Beautiful.
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Thank you so much Charles!
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This is beautiful, Brother. So deep, peaceful, and full of faith and wonder.
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Thank you so much my Brother!
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You are very welcome…
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Wonderful poem!! “It’s time to nurture your soul…” I’m obsessed with this line. Simple yet rich with heavy meaning and is a great message for everyone. Wonderful job as always!!
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Thank you so much Lina! I am so glad the poem resonated with you and especially that line, which I too think is very special. All the best!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you so much Dawn! I appreciate it!
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