The Cove – Muscat, Oman
Jagged outlines, sheer striations,
Ochre, black and white.
Gentle waves lapping delicately,
Nature‘s Jewels in sight.
Vestiges of human waste,
Washed up on the Shore,
Tear the heart, burn the eyes. . .
Like a suppurating sore.
But ~ as the sun goes lower,
Magnificent sentry’s frame our sight,
Our thoughts are clear,
Our souls at rest,
As the last eagles take flight.
As we sit and ponder on Life’s rare gifts
And drink in the Beauty of this Land,
We stop to feel at One with God
And His Wondrous Healing Hand.
[Pictures and poem by me on an idyllic week-end getaway, camping equipment and supplies dropped off by boat, no roads nor infrastructure – Paradise!]