AT THE WATER’S EDGE

 

At the water’s edge

I sit just to see

The glory and wonderment

By which you made me.

 

So precious and eloquent

And whispering loud

Are the waves that crash

Down by my side.

 

From the power of the wind

Which no man can see,

Just as with the breath of life

and the Holy Spirit

You have filled me.

 

At the water’s edge

I sit by the sea,

Amazed by the presence

Of your glory within me.

 

 

-- Wendolynn L. Allen

© 2000