Beaches And Volcanoes, A Letter To Daniel

Beaches And Volcanoes, A Letter To Daniel prose poem

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Hi Daniel,

There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry
Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry
Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would live on to tell his story
So after being warned to evacuate, Harry refused and decided to tarry
Sadly, after the volcano blew, Harry was later found in 40 feet of ashes

It’s interesting at times, that life can be so tame, so sweet, and so calming Because of our positive experiences, we relax and enjoy seasons so charming
Like Harry, we are unconvinced of danger, and need not fear rumors and warnings

Sandy beaches on the oceanfront are beautiful and lots of fun, when all is sunny and bright.
For eight years my family and I lived in San Francisco within four blocks of the Pacific.
Believe me when I say that the Oceanside is a calming and charming place. We spent lots of time in the Golden Gate Park and on the beach.
One Sunday afternoon, my two small kids and I took a walk across the rocks above the ocean beach.
I noticed that the waves were coming in pretty far, but I thought that we were high enough.
Well, I thought wrong. We had not been on the rocks more than 5 minutes before the waters came splashing high against the rocks that we were walking on.
I held tightly onto the kids and protected them from the big splash.
I got pretty wet, but no real harm was done, and the lesson was well received. Sometimes, we must go higher.

The sandy beaches of life will often suddenly turn into rushing waves of sea salty waters.
My friend, there are times when the volcanoes of life will heat up and blow their top.
When they do, we best be aware, heed the warnings, and seek higher ground.

Dan, I do not know what you may be going through presently, but I am praying for you.
If for any reason you taste those salty waters of what was once a calm and sandy beach,
I have every reason to believe that God is going to change things for you. If the volcanoes of your life have blown its top, I have every reason to believe that the ashes will not bury you. When the troublesome adversities of life blow against all of us, God is always both warning and leading us out to safety.

So Daniel, my friend, may we together seek higher ground. Love you.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Excellent work. Vibrant visuals with meaningful undertones.


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