The Healing Sea

The early morning sun
is warm on my shoulders
while the rock on which I sit
is sharp and hard
and cold.
Overhead
the sky is blue.
At the horizon
it meets and joins the deeper blue
of the sparkling sea.
A pure white gull
with black-tipped wings
glides silently over the water.
The tide is high.
Huge waves move slowly
deliberately
toward the shore
rising gradually, with a sound of thunder
suddenly to crash
triumphantly
against the jagged brown rocks,
sending pure white foam high into the air
to be silhouetted for a brief instant
against the blue ~
then cascading down the dark sides of the rocks.
A symphony of color and sound,
penetrating into the depths of my being ~
giving me a feeling of peace
cleansing
timelessness ~
of healing
and of oneness with God,
with creation,
and, once again,
at long last,
with myself.