The sun and sea

It is like a church to me.
I entered it on soft foot,

Waves crash‎
Breath , open hands whisk the water

Thru partned fingers‎
It is quiet.
What God was there made himself felt,
Not listened to, in clean colours
That brought a moistening of the eye,
In movement of the wind over sea‎

There were no prayers said. But stillness
Of the heart's passions -- that was praise
Enough; and the mind's cession
Of its kingdom. I walked on,
Simple and poor, while the air crumbled

And broke on me generously as bread

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