The clarity of moonlight through a brisk on-shore flow irradiated black clouds from within and gave them rims of luminescent silver. Again, the black clouds shifted ever changing and obscuring light.
On parting, the light fell onto the frothy cusps of eight foot swells. The waves strove against one another. Each wave of strife rested on the tumult that had come before.
The end of a pier on a Spring evening is the gateway to a strange void. The water crashes upon itself as it nears the end of its voyage. Barnacles make a nest, on hosts, in its torrents and above it all one can hear it beneath himself.
Bells toll on buoys unseen and my I-Pod shuffles to the next song. From empty stone cathedrals in Edinburgh, Scotland a remarkable choir begins to sing in full and resounding harmony:
"Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy Word,
Who walked on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Trinity of love and power!
Our family shield in danger’s hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect us wheresoever we go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea."
Last night I watched a shark die on the pier.
Five feet long and as big around as a volleyball. He writhed until the hatchet met its mark. I watched. Strange colors that not even the night could obscure.
Archetypes:
- The unknown night
- The brisk wind
- Glimpses of illumined reality
- The tumult beneath me
- Death and lilting strains of Providence...
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