Surf

I hear the surf.
When I hear it,
I may standstill and listen…
or I may choose to walk toward or away.

What I hear changes.
The surf may crash like thunder
or it may only murmur.
The surf comes in.
The surf goes out
Yet the ocean is always present.

I may wade through the surf and into the ocean.
If I lay back, the water supports me.
I float weightless….
During the day, I look up into light so bright it is blinding.
At night, I gaze into the inky depths of space that reveals eternity.
Even in the infinite emptiness,
no matter where I turn and look,
there is light piercing the darkness.

So it is with God.