Rushing Ocean Morning

Dip your hands into the sunrise,

Drag your fingers through the frothing blue sky,

Light springs through the cracks in the walls,

Sliding across the floor,

Golden and still-wet from shining on the sea.

It is a new morning, and the world shivers in its sudden nakedness.

All is laid bare, so do not be surprised if you also tremble.

The Lord's laughter cajoles us out of bed,

His whispered words send pink clouds to clothe the fresh first minutes of day.

He is the Prince of Peace and He wants to share His depths with us - 

So He has made another day, another infinite amount of chances,

to follow in His footsteps.

Quick, run to the shore! to the edge of the Vastness that is your soul.

Let not fear still your movement.

Let the sea kiss your toes,

Let the sand grace your knees,

Let prayer sing from your lips.

You will then see large footprints in the sand;

God's offering to follow Him to the Temple in His heart from which all Goodness is born.

If you wish to dare to love, fully and with passion,

Offer your body, your self, your words, your freckles and your skin,

To the bright and shining sea.

Pearls glint at you from pockets of red coral and there are waving green seaweeds 

And golden sand.

Let go of your breath,

Forget yourself to find your Self,

In the rushing ocean morning.