Cloud breaks reveal the moon as light spills across the water, rousing the quiet land. Old roots stir, ancient trees and stone canyons find their

The swelling windless tide eases into the cove, to quench the gravel beach in a slow languid laze. Seagrass barely stirs, even the crows are

(for Humphrey) Along the rugged shore broken faces of old stones, full of ancient records and passages of the sun. I hear their heartbeats in

First light breaks, winds rise to rustle the sea. The sun sings awake, and over the broad expanse life stirs its deep green bed, as

Day breaks, sun casts color on the wind-rippled sea. Crows chatter and call, geese stir the quiet. The world wakes to bird sound and shimmering

The moon in pale brilliance tempers the summer sea, the blessed land in silent prayer, the lilting breath of all that lives. Upon the altar

Holy night quiet darkness half-moon glimmers lapping tide Wind-drift wave tossed fear dissolved water guides spirit rises open hearted weightless freedom soul unbound sunlit morning

The day arrives in sunlit glory: snow-capped mountains, landscapes rich with color, tidal seas chasing the moon. After years of toil and grief I turn

On wonder’s threshold with depths uncharted and horizons vast, forgotten to many the hymns of praise and whispers of worship that stir in me these

Winds pick up, trouble the sea, clouds lower the sky. Where tide meets wind the sea rolls in waves as thought follows feeling. Silence sharpens

I train my eyes upon the living sea, rise and fall and waves of wind, then look upon swaying grass, gone to seed and summer

(for Ann) Silent and beautiful, the artful earth in rising green and silver sea. I drink the free air and let her beauty soak my

Slack tide seas mope about, then silence falls, a welcome blanket. The lure of deep water and gathering night held to the mystery I kneel

Silent as the earth I match her pace, steady and serene in evening quiet. Why conjure problems while swallows perform, the world bathed in light?