Sea legs

Sea legs                                                                                                         
 
On the Atlantic’s edge – trying to keep my sea legs  
in the pull of the surf.  Noah kept his sea legs
 
while navigating an Ocean without a shore!
How did he ever determine which way
 
to tilt the sails and turn the rudder?
A fine rain is blowing in toward the property
 
where You once declared, “I never leave. 
Isn’t it wonderful that I never leave?”
 
On the tree-canopied road back towards the Barn –
what negotiations can I make
 
with the One who moved along this path
before the seeds of time were scattered
 
and Who shall remain here long after
the dust of time and all its progeny are blown away?
 
You grant me an interview in the Lagoon Cabin.
Eruch is not there to interpret but the dripping eaves
provide some elucidation –
 
(as I kneel before Your never-empty chair) –
eloquently hinting at just what I am up against!
 
From the Lagoon Cabin, I walk towards the Hermitage.
The rain that fell on Noah, blurs my vision,
soaks my thin jacket.
 
O child of God, the sea, sun, rain, earth and sky
will pass away.  Your Beloved will never leave.
 
                              (from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)