God and the waves
Terrifying.
Soothing.
Predictable patterns within incredible unpredictability.
Each wave different, unique.
Each move of God different, unique.
Crashing waves roll in, never ceasing.
Listen for the pounding presence
A whisper, a roar
Overwhelming and powerful.
The awing invitation
Filled with life and deep things unknown
Draws me to put toes in the surf.
But I want to know, and cannot fully, despite my longing.
The shallow shores sparkle and sway.
And deep depths carry towards freedom.
Fully dependent on the wave, on His movement.
To wade or dive…a decision to make,
An invitation to accept.
