 By Wendy Lew Toda
Let the sea calibrate me with rhythms lost to my busy soul The wisdom of water speaks distant drum calls echoes from my heart responding to the crash the foamy race up the sand the quiet return remember remember come home be held in this ebb and flow fling my life out to the horizon's edge give it a good shake plenty of room here for the many jumbled thoughts elbowing each other inside my head jostling for attention even they begin to settle as I watch the swells build arc tumble rush to shore and return over and over and over my hurried mind slows grateful for space to wend its way toward peace Gather me into these waves sweet Jesus let my soul find rest in this strength predictable and not in wildness and wonder I am found once more. |