THE OCEAN
Slow tide moved in after the rain this morning…
Waves hushed onto the sand of an empty beach
and through the clouds
the sky broke above the ocean in shafts if sunlight.
I love it when the beach is empty….
There is no one else around but me,
standing beneath the heavenly beard of God the father,
and thinking my thoughts, which wash away
like broken shells in the outgoing current.
I feel a sense of purpose here
I feel redeemed in the palm of Mother Earth
as if her rolling waves were a lullaby
and the wind was her fingers moving through my hair.
It’s good to have a place like this
It changes the ears of my honest confessions
and washes my sin in a sea of anonymity.
The Written Addiction 