Voice of the Pounding Waves

Walking on the shore, wave
After pounding wave lifts up its voice,
Louder than any river’s voice,
More constant than tempest of any storm.
Waves lift up their Universal voice,
Mighty breakers of the sea
Calling and calling out to my Soul,
Washing with salt the soles of my feet.
In this mighty hour, all is possible.
Nothing astonishes but this living voice—
Even those who are in their graves
Are slowly brought to this eternal place….
Washed in surrender, submission,
As it was in the beginning….
Living on the shore, perishing on the shore,
Finding peace in the pounding waves.


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