Secrets of the Sea

©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson

When my own tides are at low ebb,
I stand beside the sea.
Bright waves of truth I used to know
come washing over me.

The sand dampens beneath my feet,
connecting me to ground.
A sacred message to my soul
rises in every sound.

Its rhythm whispers ancient tales,
soft secrets of the deep,
reflections of the promises
my spirit longs to keep.

And I embrace the mystery:
the pulses of the earth,
the highs, the lows, the ebbs and flows,
the watery rebirth.

Peace lands so gently on my shoulder,
lifts me on its wings.
My freed heart opens to the sea
and every gift it brings.

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Could there be any place on earth more healing than the sea? If so, I have yet to find it. Strolling along the shore is a sure way of putting the spirit back in balance when it falters. Nature is the real magic, and we owe a debt of gratitude to Him who created it.

The best medicine of all costs only what you are willing to spend of yourself.

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