“Awake, Oh Sleeper,
and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”
We fall into the place of forgetting
how precious the living is, the deep joy
of ocean breeze across heated skin,
the sound of a bird chirping, singing
gratitude for Grace and sunlight, life
a precious flowing river ever changing
us. Most people, falling into dark sleeping
memories that plague our hearts losses
with all that was, is gone, the past “we”
no longer the “we” of now. These quiet hours
alone in desperation, crying to our Maker
until Mercy pours light and hope and love
down from the heavens. Then, a friend comes
and brings new Adventure Days of hope,
bright laughter, we are playing at life again
like a young child unaware of time, moving
into a new us, a new future, a new phase
of living, growing, becoming whole – Reborn.
These are the gifts we give from deep heart places
where God shines treasure and hope and love
outward, from within us, until everywhere we look
there is gleaming joy and the birds are singing —
Awake, Oh Sleeper, Awake! Rejoice and Live!
Memory: Bright-eyed boy telling me about Shark’s teeth — I was above and beyond the mire of irrationality then — as Seger says Deadlines & Commitments What to leave in, what to leave out.
Reality: There are dozens of us hundreds
walking the shoreline of Myrtle
each day —
You will know us by our eyes
cast down, scanning the sand
looking for Grace reflected
in an ebony shine.
We are a greedy and gracious lot
depending on our need in that hour.
because we need every syllable God whispers.
seeing another seeker with empty hands –
we smile and pass a treasure off –
Here, these are for you.
Handing the letters of God to others
because we are all seeking
words to ease the suffering
of all the questions
that convince us
there is any other answer
there is an answer
in the sand
to who we are –
why we love –
how we are here.
Do you remember the nights in dark moon absent hours of deep crashing wave sounds?
You, with your bright flashlight walking an impatient mile-a-minute in front of me — always running — while love-want-mothering-harlot enveloped me in bliss and agony.
Duality — Loving a man-boy who would never grow up. The letting go ending every facet of my known world (and I knew that truth then) Still — knew the agony was my fight with God over what was coming-inevitable-necessary.
I laughed and cried together as we roamed the sand looking for treasure on those deep warm summer nights, saying goodbye to both of us in every step. Your flashlight dimmer as you raced ahead and as I followed, I knew I was becoming less afraid of the dark.
I find shark’s teeth now every time I visit the beach. God and I, hand in hand, walking together. He gives them to me — a way of loving-forgiving and remembering you.