Oceans

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In it’s

wide expanse of endless blue.

waxing and waning tides.

I see you.

//                                  

Power.

Glory.

Majesty.

//

Even in the ocean, I see you.

Your touch is there.

Point where wind meets water,

tip of your paintbrush,

dabbling,

creating lines of lighter blue.

//

Your hand,

created these rolling seas.

same hand,

calmed these rolling seas.

//

My Papa.

My King.

My Strength.

//

Blessed are we,

To be called.

//

You stand at the waters edge and ask,

‘are you coming?

Do you want to walk out there?’

//

‘Things happen out there’

you say.

And I get a sense you know it’s good.

//

But, you wait.

With us

for the step.

//

And we step.

With our hand held tightly.

By you.

//

Blessed are we.

To be guided,

by you.

//

The Author

30. Counsellor + Post Grad Theology Student + Ponderer + Writer + Do-er of hair.

1 Comment

  1. Hey Annie, this was really amazing. I just spent the morning out at Oceans beach, its crazy how impacting some things can be. Hope your well.

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