TomAF

The tide comes in
As twilight veils the sea
Sands that know the kiss
Of friendly boots
Beckon me

Each scar I leave
Upon this strand
The sea will hide from view
For the tide shall flood
Then ebb
And cleanse each grain anew

Now the Striper swims below
Beyond the shoals and bars
And as I cast I lift my eyes
To drink a million stars

This beach at night is holy ground
Where men amd angels trod
And thoughts find words
To whisper prayer
I know You're here
My God

Penelope

Please revise to address the capitalization of each line. It compromises the flow of this poem which would be even more pleasant to read. Kissing boots .. loved that!

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