Meeting God

Meeting God

I went to the sea to meet God
The waves were fierce, casting lots when I arrived.
I steadied myself upon the sand, it tickled my toes.
A rip-tide wove in, curling around me.
There was no longer dry land.

The waves were fierce, casting lots when I arrived.
I reached for the sky, pleading, ‘pull me out—raise me up God!’
A rip-tide wove in, curling around me
there was no longer dry land.
I calmed myself, hearing my breath and let-go.

I reached for the sky, pleading, ‘pull me out—raise me up God!’
Seagulls hovered and screeched their voices.
I calmed myself, hearing my breath and let-go.
Their song became my wings, I flew above the tempest.

Seagulls hovered and screeched their voices.
I went to the sea to meet God.
Their song became my wings, I flew above the tempest.
I steadied myself upon the sand, it tickled my toes.
Written under the wise tutelage of June S. Gould, Ph.D.