If I lived within the sound
Of the sea’s relentless yearning,
My soul would rise and fly to seek
What the soul longs for–unable to speak;
Aware, as I go, of Him everywhere:
In my heart, in the clouds … In the cold wet air …
And my soul would worship in joyful prayer,
Receding as the waves recede,
Returning with the waves’ returning,
Reaching up, as for Him, feeling
Then with the waves kneeling …
kneeling …
kneeling …