Saturday, April 29, 2006

deeper still

Sand between my toes
at the water's edge
I should wade in, I know.

The water raises bumps
across my skin and I
begin to hear the call--deeper.

The waves are topped
with creamy froth
and force me to go under.

Beneath the surface
it's like a dream
and I am filled with wonder.

I glow with muted sun
light and find that
I can breathe.

So deeper still
I swim and see
that I believe

it's possible to live
in depths of
splendor and fall

in love with swimming,
and searching,
and answering the call:

Deeper still.
Further in.
There's more of him.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Deep calling unto deep.

Very Nice Sister.

11:46 AM  

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