I took a walk this morning.
I slipped out as light slipped in unnoticed.
Just me and the water...and a couple of fishermen.
The way it should be
The Ocean and I
We keep our rhythms soft and steady.
There is no obligation for conversation but comfort in
the waves lapping on the shore,
the rocks rolling back into the sea, refining
and my footsteps digging into the soggy earth.
I hold myself to no expectations of revelation or healing, just breathe, in and out, like the tide.
I meet God. But we do not talk.
We wait for the sun.