Face to the sea, with sun upon my back.
I lean into the
wind… steady, strong, and chill.
The stinging
spray rouses my numb soul.
I stand, just stand, and look.
Water so vast, so deep.
Who can grasp
the volume of the depths?
It scares me… just a bit… to think of all that weight.
Waves crash hard against the shore.
Foam escapes, rushing up to grasp at freedom from the pull.
One gasp of
breath and drawn back down
to join the clear gray green.
The rhythmic peace,
untiring sound,
lulls against the danger of that strength.
Sand and rocks upon the shore,
as far as I can
see.
I crouch to choose among the pebbles.
I’m small as sand beside those waves that crash the shore.
Yet, I know
the joy of the chosen.
I know
this, though all around may seem but cold and fog.
Keep me safe, O my God. Let me not be lost along the shore.
Forgotten, kicked, and sifted by the sea.
Saved for a purpose yet unseen.
And, so I stand, a witness to the wild dance of the shore.
The roar of wind and waves demands I listen.
My weary soul
obeys the call to rest.
The setting sun, a warm wrap on my shoulders.
The glow of home
to come shines in the dusk.
Breath deep.
In hope, believe
that peace will come again.
~Sara~
~Sara~