Fingers of foam creep in as I stand,
Lifting my face to the wind;
Around me scuttle hermit crabs,
Wearing the dead husks of others,
Their homes on their backs.
My toes dig into the pale gold sand,
And I lift my eyes to the horizon;
Everything I can see from where I am,
You hold in Your embrace;
For sheer size and power, nothing can match You;
30% land, 70% water,
and how much of that water is ocean?
Drowner, Earthshaker, I acknowledge Your power,
And think back to that moment when I
Stepped far enough down the beach
That You could reach out and touch my feet,
And I, in turn, could revel in the notion
That I was dancing in the heart of a god.
Thank you for that moment;
I long to return,
And once again pour out wine to You,
Letting that liquid mingle with all that You are—
Salt-sea blood, the deep blue waves that are Your body,
The spray and winds that are Your breath,
And once more feel myself humbled
By the immensity of Your power.