The Tender Sea

a gentle wave to the wordless

You have lost Your Name 
and I have lost my words. 
You have become soft waves 
of darkness washing over me.
Ocean of Compassion gently lapping 
my pity-pebbled shoreline; 
reassuring there is no line at all. 

At Your Touch, song wells up 
from my depths. 
Wounded, wordless song;
desperate, dissonant, melodic. 
Hopeful tones pulled from places 
deeper than this frail body; 
this storm-tossed soul. 

Older than Your Oldest Name. 
Wordless Song of Ancient Pain, 
softened in surrender to 
the Tender Sea 
of Your Unfailing Love. 

Sunset on the Holy Island of Lindisfarne. Photo by my pilgrimage roomie, Willow.

May Compassion wash gently over you, unbidden, precisely when you need Her most.
Deepest Peace, Love, and All Goodness,
~Cheryl Anne