God and the waves



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.

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