Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Misty Morning (Oregon: Waterfalls and Whispers)
The Psalmist Says..."Day to day pours forth speech." Psalm 19:2
And ask, if i may,
"What does the salty air say to you?
The craggy rocks, and endless sea?
The trees, arms lifted high?"
Two writer's answers:
"The sea produces something over and over in a hoarse whisper. I cannot quite make it out."
When anxious, uneasy, and bad thoughts come I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused. ~Rainer Maria Rilke