The Rhythm

Maine and More 182

The sea never really did learn to listen

beckoning us instead to quiet ourselves

to listen to the rhythm, and the wildness

that cannot be tamed. It was

the endless, the far corners pushed

to the limits, teaching us there is an adventure

that we can be free on the waves,

with our spirits wandering

trusting, in not only what we know

but taking it in and listening

to the rhythym

of the sea.

A heartbeat.

            

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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17 thoughts on “The Rhythm

  1. Lovely verse, and a lovely graphic. A friend calls the sea a Tabernacle; a priest likened the fish swimming in it, to us being in the Holy Spirit. We can’t point to It — It’s where we live; the only Place we can live.

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