sea legs (n).


I remember some years ago
staring out at the wild Atlantic for the first time and
the prayer that settled over me like the sea salt spray
praying for the strength to change
and to choose goodness and to find
all of the beautiful things that my heart was whispering about.
I stood there trying to memorize the rhythm of the waves
and comforting:
if the tide can find its way back, so could I.


[Photo From Volcano Choir's music video Repave].

Posted on June 20, 2013 and filed under the word project-.