(I missed going to the beach this summer, so I wrote this poem instead.)
By the ocean
The sound of greens and blues
Swirling and foaming
Grit under my feet
Heat on my face
Sinking into the pulsating coolness
A steady rhythm
Swoosh-ahhh, swoosh-ahhh
Salty air with a bit of tanginess
Pungent smells drifting up from the mystery below
Spitting out a mouthful of metallic brine
Cleanses the palate
As my gaze is drawn outward and beyond
Something is here
Vastness
Openness
Greatness
The Being of God
Here
Quiet yourself
Hush
You’re in a sacred spot
Moving me beyond the physical
Stopping me
Beckoning me
This is incomprehensible
It is what I’m longing for
I am held
In this space
Excitement
Freedom
Joy
I am part of the bigness
And I am okay
I am more than okay
God invites me
Immerses me
Baptizes me
Right here
Right now
Let go
Float
Feel the buoyancy, lifting
Feel the power, pushing
A scared moment until I come out the other side, fine
The gentleness accepts and carries
Great but personal
Immense but intimate
Mysterious but uncomplicated
“Silence is God’s first language.” ~St. John of the Cross, 16th century mystic
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