Brenda Heim

Brenda Heim

Before I ask, it is given.
Before I listen, it is spoken.
Grace is ever before me,
like the sea seen from the window
rolling inward toward the shore
In its perpetual searching,
its pounding, wave upon wave,
to cleanse the stained sand
and sustain the delicate life
that thrives along the beach.
The bed is made up for me.
Before doing, or thinking,
or even praying, I sleep;
long and deep, without dreams,
I simply fall into that sea
and let its varied shades of green
envelop me, bear me away . . .
and ever the sea whispers
with the voice of the Maker:
“Don’t be afraid! I am here!
I know you! I love you!
I will cleanse you!
I will renew you!”
Hours later, I awaken.
The sun is deep in the west,
golden-red now in the rising fog.
God is here.
He was here before me.
He knew I would come.
And God is kind.


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Grace

  1. kiwiskan says:

    wonderful – the sea of God’s indescribable love…

    Liked by 1 person

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