Savouring Sheep Pond’s Sacred Space
Swallows sweep and skim the sandy surface;
Waves ebb and flow in rhythmic tide;
Seagulls soar the sky in focused searching,
Diving for prey in torpedo like stride.
Small vessels anchor and dot the horizon,
As fishers await their generous haul,
While floating buoy, through sensitized motion,
Faithfully moans its eerie call.
Sea glass, tossed upon the ocean,
Finds its way to shore once more,
Joined by driftwood, shells and seaweed
Washed by the surf from ocean floor.
Red banks riddled with shadow black holings,
Home of the swallow protecting its nest,
Form like a pattern upon a clay backing,
Providing safe haven … sure comfort and rest.
Crumbling sandstone banks eroding;
Weathering away such vulnerable ground;
Threatening ocean front homes and their footage,
‘Til far in the future, they’ll not be around.
Salty sea air mid warm summer breezes…
Walks on the beach, treading barefoot and free…
This is the sacred that Sheep Pond has offered,
Beaconing my spirit to just simply be.
To be in those moments of grace, freely given,
To savour creation and all of its charm,
Respectful and grateful for beauty’s unfolding,
To offer due reverence … to render no harm.
To cherish the glory of God’s own provision,
To sense His Word spoken through nature’s domain,
To offer my pen in poetic expression
That catches a glimpse of life’s truest refrain,
To rest in the arms of these Triune encounters,
And glimpse, oh so briefly, miraculous ways,
To see with the heart, what the mind cannot fathom,
Enthralled by the mystery that nature displays!
From the heart AMDG, Sandy Mudge
