SIGNS

                                                   

                                                            

                                                                            

Gull tracks in the sand,

on a sliver of white shell,

 as if etched by human hand,

Gull tracks again.

Tracks in the sand,

 It's as if I can hear the staccato, beating, gull heart.

 tracks on the shell,

Frozen in time.

How long ago,

On the history of tides,

were these tracks made?

Now, 

then,

Signs written in the sand, on the infinite grains of eternity.

hidden in plain sight.

Waiting to be seen.

Truth etched in the face of God.