She dances with the wind.
She is connection.
Connecting us.
Equal parts global,
and local.
Maybe God is in the ocean.
Maybe God is the ocean,
A trinity turned quartet.
She will speak,
if you listen.
She will love,
without conditions.
She doesn’t charge the surfer
for the wave.
Just happy he got his surfs up.
She caresses the shoreline,
Melodic and sweet.
Millions of miles.
Smiling on those
who visit.
Loving those
who need it.
Keeping the
secrets of the ocean talkers
She dances.
She is the tide.