In the space between two waves the silence of all that is holy lingers.
It curls against the deep and salty intention of God, gathering the wisdom of the ancients, the broken and the mended hearts, and the hopes of generations to come.
Blessed One, in the fluid dance that is your creation we rise and fall on the winds of what is and will be. We await the wash of your power:
the song that rises from the waves caressing beach;
the pounding of momentum against rock;
the air released from swells to brush across our eager and hungry hearts.
Your love shapes the shoreline of our being as we yield to your mercy, being swept into the great and throbbing ocean of possibility. We seek your face in the sparkling drops that leap toward the sun, and sink with longing into the still and quiet recesses of divine buoyancy.
Carry us, compassionate One, along the current of your desire for all your people, the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and those that swim, and swim, and swim amidst the fullness that is you. We are one in the ebb and flow that is life.
Anne Fraley is rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in South Windsor, CT. A life-long dog-lover, she escapes the demands of parish life volunteering for animal rescue groups. She occasionally succeeds at reviving her blog at reverent irreverence.
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