Prelude to Summer

A lot of growing can happen in a year.  My grandson begins this new season with a gentle reintroduction to his friend, the sea.
      ------G. Hill
Near the water's edge, he picked up a shell and wrote his name in the wet sand. 
 All caps: M A R C O.     

Then he took a few steps back, giving space to an old friend. It did not take long for the sea to respond.

Timid curls of sea foam approached with feelers that slid, explored and swirled around the letters, then quickly drew back. 

He watched and waited.
The next wave returned less timid, with purpose.  It swallowed up that which was written, tickled his toes, and sent him a delightful knowing that refreshed his heart.

"I remember you."   
I want to tell the sea so many things:  to lift him, to engulf him with the wonders of life, to be his lifetime honored friend, to trust in God's grand design for him, to guide him to safe shores and to surround him with love in your gentle mist when I am gone.
------His grandma GiGi
I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.
      -----Jeremiah 1:4-5

See Also: Moon Tide and Chroma: Seascapes


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Nancy E Buhrer says:

    Gloria this is so beautiful- and touches my heart in so many ways- Thank you!!


    1. Thank you.
      It did for me too, when I saw Marco write his name in the sand. So much unspoken yet powerful between the sea and those of us who sit at its shores.


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