#poem, «Footsteps On The Sand»

FOOTSTEPS ON THE SAND

From the bottom
of the deepest ocean,
a tenor’s voice defeats the orchestra,
survives the pressure and currents of the deep
and rises to a sandy beach and walks along the sand.

Faith has its own groove rhythmic,
free from church, free from bells.
I’m a lover of God
as you can tell.

I hear the tides,
they’re singing.
I hear the water,
each tiny wave
trying to follow,
learning the words
humming along.

It’s not a miracle, it’s life…
From the depths you rise,
to the heavens you’ll soar,
Relax,
if you’re afraid to fly,
you can climb a staircase to the stars.
It’s time to nurture your soul…

The day whispers his secrets to the night as she approaches.
The night whispers her secrets to the morning.
The sun is rising,
The light dividing night from day is moving east,
but a line never begins where one had ended,
the snake its tail to bite pretended…

A sigh is heard from high above the clouds,
the mountains hold their breath
and strain their ears to listen,
and He lets it be,
and His voice is louder than thunder.

And as the peace of a quiet dream
turns into one loud primal scream,
the Earth exhales,
the Universe can breathe.
The footsteps on the beach
were left
by me.