Down deep in my heart
the ocean waves continue to splash and crash against the rocks.
The cry of the seagulls fill the air
and the cold wet sand is beneath my feet.
Although I write today from my room in Virginia
I hold tightly those memories to time spent at York Beach, Maine.
Guess the truth is
that even though physically I am in Virginia my heart remains on my bit of beach.
I am energized in the moment remembering and listening to the song of the surf
I cherish within.
It might be easy to have the positive benefits of a vacation
ripped away suddenly upon return home
but I guard against that by taking specific steps.
First, I try to continue some of our vacation habits.
No, not blueberry muffins every day
but I do try to take a walk outside in the fresh air.
That restores my body and clears my mind.
We talk about our time up north
the friendly people
the crazy long walks we took
the leisure moments we had to read and read and read.
And then when all is quiet
its as if I can still hear the sound coming from Nubble Lighthouse
on a foggy day.
A lonely sound
almost sad it seemed
but persistently calling to one and all
warning them of the rocks nearby.
Our world is filled with sharp rocks
and dangers on every side. You see it and so do I.
People are desperately looking for safety and security.
It might seem silly
but I long to be like that lighthouse
faithfully proclaiming Hope and Healing
to one and all.
Day in and day out
in all kinds of weather.
Yes, I yearn to share His Love
so that others will know where to turn when life crashes in upon them.
Well, its time for me to go to work
Yes, I’ll take my bit of the beach with me today
a shell here and picture there
and turn on the foghorn.
Maybe some lost soul will see the light.