The waves crash and fill the senses like the voice of God
The sound washes to shore peacefully like the whisper of a breeze

Seagulls dive and call like clarions on the wind

Salt air blows and clears your mind like a good night’s sleep

Soft sand surrounds your feet like the sweetest down

Peace descends on your heart….you are there, you are loved, all is well.

Slainte, Lisa