The cooling breezes touched my face;
The water net my hand.
I breathed the tangy perfumed air
while sifting heated sand.
Thoughts so tangled earlier
began to calm and slow,
when I felt His hand upon my brow
as I turned to go.
I knew a sweet Communion
Had taken place that day.
Without a word or conscious thought,
My troubles washed away.
~ Virginia Bishop
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