I walked
through the clammy weeds
as the darkness
descended upon me,
with my Irish setter friend
pawing at my side.
Our path took us toward
the sand-shorn cliffs,
while catching
fleeting glimpses
of the sun beyond.
The vivid purples,
scarlets, and pinks
drew me to
the glowing sphere
lapping at the waves.
The sun was setting,
and soon darkness
would touch
the bay of kelp below,
like space itself
was coming down to meet it.
I had been there,
Sitting and waiting
at the crumbling sandy edge
of the cliff,
many times.
My toes curled
dangerousely close to the drop
as the waters crashed below.
The sound was deafening,
yet soothingly familiar.
As if voicing its new arrival
upon the distant bottom
of the rock-splotched shore.
We sat atop the hardened cliffs,
Tillicum,
his setter’s head upon my lap,
sitting,
and waiting in turn,
feeling
the wonder of God's hand
all around us,
as his vibrant sphere
trembled to the sea.
Our place atop the cliff
then touched the darkness,
of infinite space
from the Heavens above,
while the stars took over the sky
and lit our pathway,
guiding us both
safely home.
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I really like the last stanza and the line that says, "and waiting in turn,
feeling the wonder of God's hand all around us, as his vibrant sphere trembled to the sea." What a wonderful Father we have! I feel you have successfully captured the beauty of this world our loving Father made for us. Best wishes.
