Particular moments of grace bathe me in joyous encounter, watching the surf powerfully engage uplifted terrain with spray flying in brilliant wonder, making friends with the coast with each wave.

The ocean opens up the soul, mesmerizing her in waves that dance upon the shore and flicker softly at twilight – just before the dying of the light.

Angels gather where the water foams and dance a waltz of freedom, calling the soul.

Caress with tenderness the oceans of spirit that play about the heart and cradle the whole of humanity.

Wonders of the tide, spilling forth upon the shore are swept from the depths.

The ocean leaves her impact, rolling with each wave; and then the ocean will come again tomorrow, carving something new.

Ours is the light at the end when the birds dance to the sunset.