The ocean overpowers words, on the page or spoken. The sunrise defies fancy language, or maybe any language, but that doesn’t stop us from trying.
Words come for prayer, words and emotions well up in gratitude; questions can come like waves, and maybe waves are answers in themselves.
In three days at the beach, there have been more brown pelicans and porpoises than in other years combined. The sounds at sunrise are the same color as my soul.
If prayer felt like sunlight…
if prayer felt like cool morning sand between our toes…
if prayer tasted like coffee or brought us into the present moment like cold ocean water up to our knees before 7:00 am,
I bet we’d do it more.
It does.
