Foamy white waves tirelessly form again and again repeating the purpose God gave them.
Tides and sand shift under foot with rhythmic force.
Each time no less intense.
Many shells lay on a beach. Once home to other inhabitants now souvenirs to remind vacationers of peaceful times.
Loving God, you gave me purpose and rhythm to live ceaseless years to praise and worship you and to witness to others of your love.
Have I failed?