God is like the ocean.
Powerful, beautiful, and dangerous.
S/He ebbs and flows with lunar cycles.
One can stand at the edge and watch or enter the surf and feel the power, straining against it.
In warmer climes, one can swim in the salty waters, until one is out of their depth, but stll able to stay afloat, because of belief in the ability to float and swim.
There are boats on the water, large and small, some fishing the depths, some transporting cargo to unknown places.
There are animals near the shore, birds, crabs, sea lions, and sand shrimp, all occupying there own niche, all a part of the oceans ecology.
Am I part of God’s ecology?
In the depths, where I can not see, live giant whales, sharks, fish, octopi and squid, and so much more: diverse in nature but adapted to life in the sea, each having its own part to play, each a part of the food cycle.
Am I part of the spiritual food cycle? Whom do I prey (pray) upon, and who preys (prays) on me?
The sea has been here before me and will be here long after I’m gone.
As I stand here naked before it, arms upraised, willing myself to resonate with its roar, I await the day.
Resistance is futile, harmful, and not in keeping with why I was made, not in keeping with my basic, fundamental nature.
Being open and working with the forces present allow me to ride the crest of the wave, to receive the power offered, and to live with a force stronger than my own and feed as my soul requires.
Thank God for the ocean and it’s abundance.
The ocean is great and reaches far away past the horizon to where others stand by it and marvel at its grace, beauty and power, my brothers and sisters on this globe,
A planet, when seen from afar, is notable because it is blue,
Blue because of the ocean.
Let me sail forth today, find the spirit of God, and fish for the sustenance offered me.
Let me be with other sailors riding the wind and the waves, going together on life’s journey today.
– Small town boy