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I wrote this for Doug...for his
facebook page :)
The Moment...
I am just a few feet from the ocean.
The Atlantic Ocean...off the Coast of Miami.
I am sitting here, on the beach, with my laptop computer on a little white towel.
It is night and I am alone. Imagine that...being alone on the beach in
Miami.
The waves are crashing before me.
The soothing eternal rhythm. The constant sound. This sound
was here yesterday and it will be here tomorrow.
The crashing of the waves...the constant flow and ebb of natures lullaby.
Water that has traveled thousands of miles...just for my ears tonight.
Perhaps this water came all the way from Africa. Perhaps from Spain.
A journey of crests and troughs. Some to great heights. Some to
great depths. All of that, though, is behind them now. Now they
have arrived to crash ashore this beach.
A century ago, perhaps someone else was sitting here
listening to this ballad of the oceans deep.
watching the clouds drift overhead.
thinking not - just being. Doing what I am doing.
Enjoying this moment in time.
Although it is night...I can still see the white puffy clouds drifting above me
they are low enough that the lights from Miami illuminate them...pinkish red
and next to them, sprinkled amongst the clouds, are shiny glistening stars
dancing and flickering
twinkling
they call out my name "can you see me"
Perhaps on one of those twinkling stars
there is another boy sitting on a beach
watching and listening to the ocean waves and thinking about me?
Wondering - is there someone else out there - could there be?
Perhaps he is lost in a world of confusion. Perhaps he questions who he
is.
Why he is.
Is there a God?
Did someone create all of this?
Is there someone that created him - and if so then why?
Perhaps he is wondering who created
God? I mean someone had to create the creator right?
A creator must have someone that came before him. Someone that brought him
into
existence. Something can't just be. Impossible.
Wondering if there was a beginning and if
there was then what
was before that beginning?
If time ends...then what happens after it ends? What is after the ending?
Perhaps he is wondering about space.
Looking at our planet - millions of miles away.
Wondering if there is anyone else out there.
Wondering if space ends.
And if space ends then what is on the other side of that ending? A wall?
If there is a wall...what is on the other side of that
wall?
I wonder if that boy has starfish on his
planet...I wonder if he knows the starfish story?
I wonder if he is wondering about me. About
another ocean. Other waves.
Perhaps he is sifting through the sand...letting the
grains fall through his fingers. Imagining
each one is yet another planet. Another star -
falling through the heavens.
So many questions...so little time
to get them answered.
Somehow I think, no I believe - I am certain that the answers will come.
They have to. Right? The complexity of this world. Our minds.
Someone
has to give me the answers.
Oh they may not come today -
and they may not come tomorrow...they may not even come in my lifetime
or the lifetime of those who come after me
but I have a feeling God is smiling down on me right now...
and He is thinking about how he wishes he could let me in on all of those
secrets. Perhaps God has a story to tell. A story about how he made
me,
about how he made that little boy on the other planet. The one looking up
at Planet Earth. A story about who made him! A never-ending story.
But for now I will
just wonder - daydream -
and live in the moment that I have. Right now.
Today. Not yesterday
and not tomorrow. Just this moment.
I will stop and watch the Cheetahs, the Muggles, the
Pinky's of this
world. I will stop and listen to the ocean waves
before me...here
on this little beach. Nothing more than a grain of
sand in the
universe. An escape from the insanity of the world
around me.
Just for this moment...I will listen to the waves crashing before me.
The soothing eternal rhythm. The constant
sound. The sound
that was here yesterday and will be here tomorrow.
The constant flow and ebb of natures lullaby.
beau
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