You believe because I said I saw you under the fig tree.
You will see greater things than that.
We should always be happy with what we can see.
It’s something to work at.
Sitting on Porthcurnick beach.
The tide approaching me slowly.
The gentle South Cornish waves just out of reach.
Time is passing gently, effortlessly.
The sun still in a brilliant blue September sky.
Here is peace , the crowds long gone.
One lone swimmer in the sea, high tide nigh.
Why do I have ever to leave, the day almost done.
In this moment, spiritual peace.
But the journey home waits , all this must cease.
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Waves gently lapping
No violent storms come here
It is South Cornwall.
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See John 1: 47-51