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Ocean Heal Me
Ocean heal my wounds
Let your waves curl and foam on my body
Wash away blood, heal scars
Ocean renew me with your power
As unceasingly you roll
Giving strength that's been drained
Ocean keep me warm
Wrap me in your brine
Caress me with your tides
Ocean disperse my tears
As they flow in you
I cleanse my soul
Ocean let me grow in your depths
Color me vibrant blue, coral, green
Clear = revitalized
Ocean your spray anoints me
Cool and refreshed
My spiritual renewal
Ocean be my friend
Hold me flowing in your currents
Ever moving, ever changing
Ocean, heal me.
? 1983 Susan Bacon
Susan Bacon is a researcher, author and teacher. You can contact her through http://www.ecoentrepreneur.org

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