i was told

 It can be simple
and in that-
beautiful,
true.

The Lord told me so...

A pale blue grey sky,
snow seagulls flying, their white wings
deeply quieting to my
over-striving
ever-searching soul,
2 crab ships roaring engines
small waves and ripples.
It's not meant to be a struggle.

Peace exists here, where I still myself.

The bay, as if caught by surprise
in a private moment
gladdened by my presence but wondering
why I've come.
Sand wet and cold.

It can be
simple.
And in that- beautiful,
true.

I was told...