I’m taking my Dad and nephew to the beach this weekend and this will be a place we go to eat and look and walk. I hope to return with even more wonderful pictures of where God’s land meets His sea.
The inlet opens its mouth
To let the sea inside.
It invites abundance
As the tide rolls in.
The water grasses wave
To fish on parade.
The pelicans glide low
Watching the water.
Oysters and clams
Disguised by mud
Are tasty morsels
For chirping gulls.
Other shells long discarded
Move freely in the current
Like an empty bag
In a gentle breeze.
From my perch on the dock
I see peacocks long legs
Beneath heavy plumes
Walk about Goat Island.
No goats in winter.
They spend the season
In a warm stable
And wait for Spring freedom.
I love the rainy, winter inlet
And come for solitude,
And to become part of Creation.
Restoration comes as God speaks again.
(Photos and poem from an afternoon on Marsh Walk at Murrell’s Inlet in winter, early 2011. Goat Island is across from Bubba Love’s place.)
(c) Robin Lawrimore, November 2011
I love the beach and Murrell’s Inlet. Drunken Jack’s is one of my favorite places to eat. Thank you for a look at it through your pictures. I live in Ohio but my heart is in Myrtle Beach.
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