Holy Place

As I stand on this holy ground,
I look across this blue ocean
While listening to the sounds
Of the seagulls and the waves
That echoes through my heart.

And I wonder what lies
Across this blue ocean,
And what lies at the end
Of the path of my life
With untold footprints.

And I wonder if the spirits
Come to this place to find
Peace and tranquility
That they never found
In the reality of theirs.