Sanctuary

 

 

I retreated to the ocean,

 

allowing the desert terrain to fade.

 

I walked along the Pacific, this

 

sanctuary for which I have been made.

 

 

 

I savor the cool of that coastal breeze,

 

a salty flavor permeating in its breath.

 

I peruse the seascape in awe of glory,

 

ridding myself from relics tasting of death.

 

 

 

I hear the rushing waters, crashing waves,

 

that thunderous voice colliding upon the shore.

 

Here, I sit in the depths of solitude

 

listening as You speak about what is in store.

 

 

 

I feel grains of sand brushing against skin,

 

a touch that mysteriously enables one to be free.

 

Today, I turn 40, marveling at just how much

 

Your embrace adores the intimate parts of me.

 

 

 

I soak in scents of aloe and coconut,

 

summer’s aroma reminiscent to hot sun rays.

 

I relinquish my soul, pouring my heart

 

as a fragrance conducive to Your ways.

 

 

 

I look at this conglomerate of scenery,

 

surveying a sanctuary, igniting all senses to peace.

 

I participate in a transformation rendering

 

An aliveness that is observant to my utmost release.

 

 

 

~ Chris Simning

 

 

 

 

~ by Chris Simning on June 26, 2008.