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I remember sitting on a beach
In the early morning
Alone with the sand and the waves.
A small flock of Sanderlings
Suddenly swept low over the breaking waves
And landed in a flurry
Right there on the wet sand
About twenty five yards in front of me.
To my delight
They began their funny racing dance
All together rushing on their spindly legs
After the receding wave
Pecking into the sopping sand for tidbits as they dashed
And then as the ocean turned
And sent a new wave rushing in toward the beach,
They spun around
And ran like crazy for all their life
Up the sand just ahead of the curling white foam
Of the incoming wave
Their tiny sticks of legs going so fast
They became a blur.
The tide wave stops
And reverses
Pulling back again.
The Sanderlings spin around
And rush as one chasing after it,
Pecking as they go
So fast
So funny!
It reminds me
Of how you and I run after God,
Picking up His many graces
Lying everywhere on the wet beach,
And then when He turns Himself
Towards us and comes running at us in love,
We flee in such a panic
The angels must laugh at us
Dashing away
Like the tiny Sanderlings
As fast as we can
Lest we get caught by love!

Paul Clement Czaja

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The following comments are for "Look Out Here Comes Love!"
by Lapwing

I saw that you write beautifully. I promise to return tomorrow with better things to say than just this, since I also want to read your other posts 'Turtle' and 'Altair'.

Thank you.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: August 13, 2004 )

Paul Clement
This is a beautiful read like what I said last night. You chose a rather emotional scene, the beach and the chasing after the Sanderlings.

I love your descriptions, and I hope you'll be posting more of your works.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: August 13, 2004 )

Look Out Here Comes Love!
You are so right! That's exactly how we act, even those who are Children of God do it.

The picture of the Sanderlings are cute, and funny, until you realize what they're running from.

( Posted by: Dfortyseven [Member] On: May 28, 2005 )

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