a poem written today..



Sitting here overlooking the Pacific,
I see YHVH’s hand in the majesty—-
of the ocean.

Yeshua shines his glory upon the sea,
Channel Island coastline afar yet near.

Comorants fly in formation carried in the breeze,
seagulls hang defying the direction of the angels which carry the wind,
floating peacefully in the space above the water.

As the waves come in endlessly, in their serene beauty,

The sons of men go about their mundanalities,
and I pray their hearts will develop eyes to see.