Saturday, July 28, 2012

Seacoast Boulevard

Seacoast Boulevard


My prayer place is at the end,
where steps of stone just fade away
into eternal depths of sea and sun.

Sailboats reverence, bow, and genuflect.
The nun buoys bob and ring, antiphonally.
The wind intones a canticle, a psalm.

And I announce the glory due today.