In silent dark the soul rests in solace hidden from city lights. The healing night and flooding sea, God’s face unveiled in quiet beauty. Now

Today there is one path, one tide flowing before me. The greater powers move sun and moon, earth and sea, yet reach down indelible and

Greet the morning where stone touches tide, quiet as mountains rimming the sea; discord dissolved, healed the fractures, heart cleansed of violent debris. Into the

The briny smell of weed clinging to bare rock, swirls of water rushing south as ebb tide drains the inland sea, emptying the stone-lined cove

Moonstruck beauty of the sea, wind-driven from flood tide’s peak, chased south along the old salt veins of gravity and night shadow. Root me deep

Black silhouettes of trees against dark night beauty, tidal rip of moon and sea. I lay down the weights of lives never lived, hurts given,

I draw breath between swells, the rise and fall of the city sea in the rhythm of a metronome. Rivers of traffic, roar of trucks,

Pale grasses yellow, wind-cured after months of rain. Waves lash the headland beneath gunmetal clouds. Sea birds flash white in sharp blades of sunlight; distant

Light breaks on the sea as men fish the ebb. Boats drift backward on the tide’s pull while I hunt darker water, baiting my hook

Drawn by a timeless signal, I’m caught in a tide of soul-deep gravity. I leave the stone church for the temple of origin— surrendering prayer

Snow-laden mountains across the ebbing tide— a swollen moon floats in the sky. Soft purple camas wave and rise through spring grass, warm sunlight bathes

The dark tide surges shoreward, cresting white on crags of stone in night’s cold embrace. Stirred by the sea, my heart swells with the throbbing

From the deep earth well sunk in the bedrock of origin, I draw my morning draught, rich with the minerals of tree root and starlight.

Clouded as gray skies, my thoughts held captive by the city’s grind of noise and glaring light, I turn to the inner chapel, hymnals worn