a shore thing

We pray, our God,

imagining
our prayers
rising—
cresting—

falling—
faith-full soundwaves
crashing on Your shore.

We pray,
imagining
the liquidly percussive
ebb and flow of concern—
establishing the rhythm of our praying—

building
in Your presence—
rising
with the praying of others

in an intensification
of sound and care—
care-full sound
that is music to Your ears—

opportunity and invitation
for Your song to ring out
over the vast oceans of chaos and fear,
hope and need—

to be heard,
by ears that hear,
sweeping over the surface of the deep—
preface to new creation—

response to and participation in
our praying

ever breaking
on Your shore.

Amen and amen and amen.

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