That day I was walking along the beach at Zandvoort;
It was fairly cloudy, but I could still see
several seagulls in the sky.
As I walked I thought about myself and asked a funny
question of God. I asked, Well just where do I stand
in the great scheme of things, how do I rate?
Just then the sky opened up and
a beam of sun shone squarely on a seagull above me
and towards the sea, about 120 feet away.
The gull was white but as the sun’s ray
fell forcefully on his chest a massive,
golden array of
rippled muscles appeared.
As his wings gracefully moved, the golden array
continued to shine brightly in the newly
forming blue sky; and with great
freedom and command of his
world, he flew off.
And I thought to myself; so that’s it,
I’m no better than a lowly gull.