Buffeted by the winds as
The sea upon the rocks
And I in the storm
Enthralled by the beauty of
Violent nature
Moved to pondering
The nature of violence
Buffeting within
And I in the storm
Enthralled by the beauty of
Violent nature
Moved to pondering
The nature of violence
Buffeting within
Moments
Joyful and Solemn
Solitary and frolicsome
Beaches
Body and nature intersect
Spirit and being mingle
And I on my buffeted perch
Witness to all this tumult
Moved, again, by wonder
Lingering
Glory
Here we draw together
To feel the connection
Through all that is
To each other
Most of us are allowed a choice there
To dive right in with more or less grace
Or cling to the land against the inexorable tides
No matter the choice, whether or no we have one
We are all, inevitably, drawn down into that great depth
I rather like to think a beautiful light awaits us there