Waves roll into the beach with rhythmic grace,
A dance upon the shore,
A timeless hymn of ebb and flow,
A whisper of something more.
Their constant surge, their steady pull,
Like prayers in the darkest night,
Reaching out from depths unknown,
To seek the morning light.
Each wave a testament of hope,
Of my troubles swept away,
Of faith that holds through darkest times,
And finds the break of day.
As waters carve and shape some stones,
So grace can shape our hearts,
In every crest, His mercy flows,
In every calm, His art.
The tides can rise, storms may howl,
Yet shores remain embraced,
For He who calmed the raging sea
Still walks upon its face.
And in the waves, I hear his voice,
A love both wild and pure -
"Be still, My child, for I am near,
My Word will stand secure."
I wrote this poem whilst on holiday in Kalymnos, Greece. Each day, I got drawn to the sea to swim, walk along the shoreline or just sit and watch the waves. When swimming, I was never alone as small schools of fish appeared, God's creatures swimming free, almost gliding along with grace, together, and an elegant sign of life. Whether night or day, there was a beauty, joy and peace to be found in the waves and depths below, which I hope is captured in my words and photo...I sensed that whatever I face, I am not alone as God is there alongside me in every moment.
© Stephen Allen Sept 2024
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