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
then recede. 

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. 

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