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