At The Beach Poem                                             By Doug Tanoury At The Beach   In the last days of August With every plant and blossom In full flower, I understand the power Of a single golden afternoon.   I remember being with you At the beach On the day of my awakening, And how my feet In leather sandals upon the sand Made me feel like Jesus As I walked toward the water.   I too was transformed. And understood how one day To his own surprise and amazement He was suddenly filled With overpowering love, And discovered He could walk on water, Transform water into wine, Makes the deaf hear, The mute sing, The blind see, The cripple dance And the dead awaken.   I remember that day. It is unfading in my memory As brilliant as an afternoon in August. I understood at that moment How all days in my life Were mere practice and preparation For a single happy day, With you, At the beach. Copyright © Doug Tanoury, All rights reserved Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com Poetry Archive| Home| Poetry Links