The Call of the Shore
There are times in my life, in my soul, that the sea
calls and I must answer. I need to see the horizon
fade into the blue, hear the sounds of the surf
and the cry of the gull. There is a connection there,
forged, I think, in the time of creation. With my
feet in the surf I feel a sense of peace, as if
somehow I’ve come home. Home to the whale’s
spout, the salt on my tongue, the knowledge that
I am part of something bigger than can be known.
There are times in my life, in my soul, that the
sea calls and I must answer....
1/30/16
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