Over the ocean

pink glow of the sun

rising up

to shake

awake

the dark mood

of the spent night.

Shimmering waves

dance themselves

to the broad shore

and the pond

appears, blue-grey

with drifts of snow

puffs

dropped.

We are made for this:

to walk the paths

among the rocks

and let our imaginations

run free.

And if a heaviness

weighs you down-

and your walks

on the beach

are tough slogging

through the loose sand

of the receding tide

‘Earth’ still speaks

her eternal word:

“For this you’ve come –

to walk my shores

to learn my language

and to be swallowed up

in sweet communion."