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.
//
anne-marie elizabeth 
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.