January 28, 2011


From out of the dark, dark night,
the people come with reverence to the sea.
Gazing to the horizon,
we wait in awe,
the sea roaring, the wind in our ears.
Slowly, slowly, the misty, golden rays
shine forth from that certain spot
where She will rise, where each day
life rebegins.
Dozens of seagulls line up, quiet,
faces to the sea, waiting.
Slowly, slowly, She appears again,
the merest sliver, and then Her shining self,
painting the cloudline coral-pink,
happy to be here, adored, starting a new day.
The seagulls slowly rise and begin to swirl,
dive, call out, rejoice,
recognizing Her glory.
Every day! Every day!
We adore Her every day, we wait breathlessly for Her,
as She rises, we rise, we spiral,
we whirl into Her day, yes,
another day arises on this Earth.

Isle of Palms, South Carolina
November 25, 2010

1 comment:

Gunilla said...

I loved to read about the sea and the seagull. So peacefull!
I wish I could write a poem like that, as I am learning now that to be creative is so important for the development of our souls.

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