Meditation for harried souls
What? You want another poem?
Quickly please. I don't have a lot of time but I need to stay in touch.
Poems take slowing down,
slow deep breathing.
Nothing harder than doing nothing.
How boring it sounds and besides I need to start a load of laundry.
Just one deep breathe. You can manage that.
Over there...a glimpse of the ocean
behind a glass wall.
Another slow breath. Ancient waves reach toward me
I anticipate the next wave
for the ocean is dependable.
Deep, powerful, full of mysteries, the gentle waves tease me into moving closer.
Now the sand warms my bare feet.
Gulls draw raucous circles
in the blue and white sky unconcerned with worldly news.
There is something bigger than the small, tight circles we live in most of the time.
Waves come and go
washing my feet of the need
to keep moving. Just for this moment...
Just for this moment...
I am calm,
allowing myself to receive these transcendent waves of Grace.