" Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are 'patches of godlight' in the woods of our experience."

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

A Heart that Loves the Ocean

I watch the waves,
Waiting and wistful
Wishing the water
Would wash me away.

The wind pushes me
The waves pull me
Presenting me with possibilities
Its power calls to me
The chaos scares me
Yet I am comforted

Crashing waves are music
To my ears
The spray of the ocean 
Invigorates me

Will I miss the sun?
The salty air?
The smell of the sea?
Will they be lost to me?
When I sink,
Pressed under the crushing waves,
The curve of the ocean
Embracing me.

Precious water
Crystal clear
Carving a new heart in me -
A heart that loves 
The crest of the waves,
Splashing foam.
A heart that loves the ocean.

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