It’s strange when I feel little in a sprawling landscape. Here I experience God’s love most intensely. Each time I stand on the wild beach at Point Reyes where swimming is banned with signs. Rip tides cut across the sand. (Is that even possible?)
I am a small soul in a God-filled sea.
I am a shell.
Or a whale passing by.
I am created with bones and cells and scintillating scales.
I breathe through gills or a blow hole,
Or maybe I don’t need oxygen at all.
I praise him with my little crab claws.
My dry grassy back bends over dunes.
Once he made me a dwarfish deer,
Who grazed up to the brim of the lighthouse and
Snacked on purple urchin flowers.
I am a little succulent in this wild, wild place.
I soak up the sun after shadows and storms.
This post is Day 16 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.