Poem: “Beaded Waves”

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Beaded Waves

The sand waits
for the waves
to come home.

But they cannot
stay. The horizon
calls them

back to the edge
of the world
closest to heaven

but first they must
do the work God asks
and exchange brine

for the healing balm
they carry in each
beaded roll.

Philip C. Kolin

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