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.
Tag: God
A few more haiku
Governments and gods
may vastly differ, but we
aren’t that different.
There are billions of
ways to be human. We don’t
have to be the same.
I wonder if cows
pray. Does God understand the
cock-a-doo-dle-do?
Be kind to yourself.
Onward.
Some haiku…
Africa is a/
continent that has countries./
Swaziland is one.
The world you see is/
directly related to/
how you see the world.
How do you believe/
in God, but not self, if you’re/
made in his image?
Be kind to yourself.
Onward.
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