"tides of divinity..."

they
came in
like the sea

an endless
tide
of
questions and
answers

questions
and
answers,

questions and
answers...

breaking upon the
sands of
time
casting treasures
along the
moments like

a scattering of
soft glass
and
transparent stones
of alabaster in
pinks and
whites so luminous,
that
I thought bits of a
full-orbed and
throbbing
moon had
tumbled to the
sea

"God is
my
Life"

"the Lord is with
Kate"

"let the angels
tell her"

"The starting point
of divine Science
is that God, Spirit,
is All-in-all,

All-in-all

All
in
all..."

these small words weave
a line of
treasures along
my days
like
snippets of kelp and
seagrass,
moonshells and
argonauta...

woven
through the
edge
foam
leading me
foward...
step-by-step
treasure-to-treasure
searching
for
more...

"who am I..."
the heart-
shaped
moon
asks...

a question
thrown out
in
soft beams across
the stillness

"you are Mine..."
the surf
whispered back
through the
tide's
hungry,
eager,
grasping
at my ankles....

and
with Her pull
the
sand
shifts beneath my
toes
and I am
on new
ground...

"i am Hers.."

that is
who I am ...

I am the object
of Her
affection...

that is who I am...

I let Her
speak to me
in the
ebb and flow...
over and over again
as I make my
way
along the
shoreline
without
destination

who am i

you are Mine

who am i

you are Mine

who am i

you are Mine....

softly She
whispers
a lullaby,
a sea
song
of
the
simplest
words

like
moon
light
pulling
me
into
divine
alignment....