Here the stout ocean pines dance
swiftly in the wind
as seagulls glide
overhead
the sun peaks through
the dusting of cotton ball clouds
just for a moment
and is gone
I spot two minuscule ants crawling
into my lap, they think --
Buddhist nun I am not
Yet the waves gently crawl
into the lap of my heart
one by one
over and over
the heartbeat of God?
Am I the first to ponder
their continuous rhythm - surely not
Rolling in
rolling out
since time began
No replay button or pause
Simply in
simply out
sometimes strong
sometimes very soft
But always there
Always here
The great "I Am"
the dusting of cotton ball clouds
just for a moment
and is gone
I spot two minuscule ants crawling
into my lap, they think --
Buddhist nun I am not
Yet the waves gently crawl
into the lap of my heart
one by one
over and over
the heartbeat of God?
Am I the first to ponder
their continuous rhythm - surely not
Rolling in
rolling out
since time began
No replay button or pause
Simply in
simply out
sometimes strong
sometimes very soft
But always there
Always here
The great "I Am"
3 comments:
Beautiful, Susan!
Lovely, Sister Susan. May I use this in the contemplative service I'm running on Sunday night?
Sr Therese
@Therese ... sure!
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