God Speaks In Surf

One learns lessons on the Beach at Inishcrone: God speaks in surf Like on Pentecost, But here not in tongues of fire But in a surfeit of waves God speaks in surf Thundering and soothing, Whispering and watching, Challenging and caressing, Confronting and confirming And listening, Sneaking up on us And catching us off guard and unaware God speaks in surf In hues of silver, white and grey, Washing over us, Over us, Over us And listening God speaks in surf.