Just breathe.
Just breathe.
Listen.
And breathe.
The ocean and the sky
Touch.
Kiss.
Love.
To sing a song of healing
over you.
To sing.
Over humanity.
Healing waves
of Mercy.
Love.
The ocean is wise,
understanding
of human folly,
foolishness,
selfishness,
sin.
The ocean will heal us
if we let her.
But we must also
heal her.
We have polluted her patience,
treaded on her tenderness,
broken her bravery.
The whales,
keepers of the deep Mystery,
weep salty tears
over us.
Do we hear their cry?
When will we listen?
To the ocean?
To the whales?
To the song of time?
