The Banana Boat Benediction

Carolina Beach, September 6th, 1:53 PM

84 degrees, the wind alive.

So I sit back beneath the breeze,

Sun-soaked, salt-scented air.

Toes dug deep in the sand’s firm grip,

Head tilted back,

Arms loose at rest.

The waves rise and fall,

A rhythmic crescendo, then refrain.

Banana Boat drifts upon the wind,

Backs turning, roasting, rotating —

Late summer’s ritual.

The last outing of the season,

Before fall descends again

To bless the ground with change.

So I sit,

Lain back, soaking,

Absorbing the fading fire

Of late summer’s sun.

Thanking Father for fingers

That can text this psalm.

While I was at the Carolina Beach today I had to write something for you my friends and family.

It is brief but fun, share it along if it struck you right.

As always Dust,

To you,

For you,

From Him,

In me.