The ocean is a wrinkled teal sheet
gilded by sunrise, whitecaps of waves
washing ashore like sheer glass curtains.
Beyond the seas, lies a horizon
of endless mountains hugging the cliffs,
an enticing mirage, so flawless
against the blue white of sky and clouds
when a breeze comes to ruffle the trees,
light patterns shift like floating water
over the earth’s pastoral vista.
My soul looks down on my hungry heart
my mind searches in supplication
to the Almighty One, Creator
of this pure and wondrous universe
silent, I gaze at His handiwork
feeling small and insignificant.
Yet I dare to think I am special
He, my Lord in His omnipotence
has deigned to fashion me. I collapse
to my knees to worship and adore.