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| Asilomar, California photographer unknown |
Something unseen calls,
And soon they start to come;
Gathering together,
In this holy place,
They gather and they wait.
Met by the misty breeze,
Watchful of their step,
Less they should disturb
Tide pool inhabitants,
They gather and awake.
Jagged rocks for pews,
The altar, a blue sky;
Their sermon is the surf,
Crashing at their feet,
They gather and they watch.
The seagull choir sings,
Wild cries – rejoice!
Juxtaposed against
The waves’ eternal voice,
They gather and partake.
Soon the endless sea
Consumes the yellow orb,
While God’s vast palette burns
They gather and are awed.
Rich purples rise from blues
First star starts to blink
Now’s the end of day
But when tomorrow comes
They’ll gather and they’ll wait.
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