The ocean’s waves press to the beach.
They soak the sand then move away.
Some rough, some calm, throughout the day
indifferently the waters reach.
Persistently the pastors preach
repentance; Kingdom! Some don’t care,
but others do. Stay standing there.
Sing words, like waves upon the shore,
to offer praises ever more.
May all who’d hear join in the prayer.
Ronovan Hester offers the prompt word “beach” to be used in an A line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge.


That’s a beautiful Décima and lovely photo. The poem reads like the sea ,in and out 💜
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Thank you, Willow! I am glad you liked the photos and poem.
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I did Frank very much
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Beautiful! I love all things water (except going over my head).
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I try to keep my head above water as well. Thank you, Mary!
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Great poem and beautiful water view. Indeed, may all who hear join in the prayer.
Blessings.
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Thank you, Michael! And blessings!
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Very beautiful!
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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This encouraged me as pastor ready to preach tomorrow
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I am glad it did. Thank you, Jim!
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God bless you Frank
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