“The Finding”

"The Finding"

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.

………………….

So grateful for physical places on this planet (like the beach) where I come away feeling more sorted in spirit.

Wishing this peace for you too.

©2024 Wendy Lew Toda • Image: Jeremy Bishop, for Unsplash