The waves seem to beckon to me
as I lie in the glistening sand
and ponder the Immortal Hand
that created all I see.
I am drawn, deeply, to the easy
rhythm of the waves striking land
and pulling back from where I stand
looking longingly out to sea.
The waves come forth, draw back again,
a natural give and take
that doesn’t go against the grain.
Instead, it calls out to me,
calls me back, calls me back
to complete the circle perfected by love.
Maria Morera Johnson