Sanctuary

when the tidal waves

of worry and despair

over inhumanity and insanity

overwhelm me like the

bluster of a chaotic

tsunami and the blare 

of trumpets of herald

and drown me down 

and out with the 

weight of the world

wrapped around my neck

whilst grasping at straws

and gasping for Air

with nary a shout

causing my decreasing senses

to become increasingly blurry

as i despondently descend

into the daunting depths

of my imminent death

(not unlike the wreck

of the Edmund Fitzgerald)

i am seriously surprised

to deliriously discover that

the fearful Darkness

is Transcendently Luminous

the midnight blues

and emerald greens

comprise the protective

and welcoming cover

of Communion unseen

where the vales

of submerged seaweed

somehow see me

and the reflective

clefts of rock

hide the bales

of Sea Turtles

awesome, ancient Beings

Who have responded

to cataclysmic circumstances

and prowling predators 

with amazing adaptations

and extraordinary evolutions 

by ceasing Their

commotion in order

to increase Their 

capacity for holding 

Their collective Breath

in submerged safety

a Sacred Sanctuary

of sheltered Space

to fully face

and freely embrace

all the haunting

fears and tears

weighing me down

binding me up

Their increased capacity

Miraculously expanding mine

to innately trust 

the Primal Power

of Eternal Love

to thrust Us

to the surface

of the surging

and swirling Seas

emerging and converging

together as One

reminding me that

We are forever

connected (beyond what's

expected) and never

rejected or alone...

Let It Be.

#245wordprayers #ThankfulNovember #SeaTurtlesAreRighteousRemindersOfTheInfiniteCapacitiesOfSpiritAndSelf

('Honu' © Greg Johnson, Kauai, HI)