It might sound cliche, simplistic,
But – and I know I’m not supposed to swear –
But I swear it was real –
There was an ocean and
It was in me and around me and with and in spite of and in comfort of.
So much water and moving waves that it was
An endless surface and me tiny upon it.
The ocean –
I just got to be there with it, on it, in it.
An ocean – but no scary – and
It all rose and fell in a landscape of clean.
I was alone – in a way – but also held
Amidst this continuous, absolute, consumptive presence
Not my own.
(That I don’t deserve)
Pours out and over my vessel’s rim.
I offer nothing but
Ears to hear
Eyes to see
Asking through belief and
(Sometimes out of desperation and by tenacious, teeth-gritted faith:
Also gifts, these)
Gifts of grace
He shares a whole ocean of love.
I am absorbed, carried, cleansed, filled
Grateful, overjoyed, so pleased to be HIS.
What else is there?
Where else would be better to be
Than submerged, cleaned, carried on a whole ocean of love?
Thank You and