I race along between sky and sea,

Deliriously, joyously, gloriously free.

The sea air fills my pumping lungs;

I feel like a song angels have sung.

The surf surges and rolls on by,

I'm sure I feel a smile from the sky

As God blesses my jubilant run...

A sparrow reveling under His sun.

© Thurman P. Woodfork 8/2/2007