I believe in one God;
I confess toward the sea.
in the Son;
As their waves teem, I echo their beat.
in the Spirit;
I realize the water is deep,
and I hope.
missing you who once stood next to me.
I remember your words and I long for my place.
Do I fit on these shores? Is my house in the caves?
Do I wander with tides and find comfort twixt grasses,
or swim or run off from these slopes and wind passes?
Edges, rimmings; tided in,
hedges, trims; confided sin.
What is loosed and what’s more stable?
Shifting stones hold wire cable.
Weights keep taut and waves relent,
sunset clouds burn pink, “repent.”