why these waters

here I am again, on the edge of the sea,
feet burrowing downward
in dusty white particles of sand.

my shoes are yards behind me,
kicked off without a thought
when my eyes set on the prize.

I have somehow been fortunate enough
to revisit these shores
that bring me great peace.

I close my eyes and listen to the sound
no cd or therapy can replicate…
its music soothes my soul.

from deep within me,
I can almost hear my spirit communicating
unburdening, confessing, repairing…

and I marvel at this mysterious medicine—
these crashing waves, some age-old prescription
for the weary and wary world traveler, like myself.

why these waters have such an effect
upon me, I may never know,
but I have my own idea about this thing . . .

He moved here first.

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“In the beginning God created the sky and the earth./ The earth was empty and had no form. Darkness covered the ocean, and God's Spirit was moving over the water.”

--Genesis 1:1-2 (NCV)