Need to retreat once in a while.
Wrapped in the roar of wind and wave, interrupted only by
Jet engines overhead.
Reminders of how to be still.
Pelican glides along sand, wing tip passing three feet from face.
Not quite a haiku.
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?