The Areopagite Upon the Shore

For Father Kimel

 

So you will preserve me too,

and what you have given me will grow and reach perfection,

and I will be with you; because this too is your gift to me

 – that I exist

            Augustine

 

The Beach and I became brothers in blood.

When I was a child I stepped upon a broken bottle –

perhaps it was all that remained of a tide-tossed message

whose words became water.

When I was a child I stepped upon a broken bottle

and my blood became the sand

and my blood became the water

and the scar remains as does the sand

and the Beach became my brother.

 

 

The sea-song remains with me and the Sea remains Herself,

refracting a thousand broken shafts of Sunfire.

The Sea remains my Mother,

singing Her song to me and to my brother.

The Sea remains Herself

and her tides proceed toward Her shoreward sons

and we return again, enfolded in Her arms

and the song never ends.

 

© Jedidiah Paschall – September 6, 2018

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I live in Southern California, am married with three kids. I am a member of a Presbyterian church an author, educator, and freelance business consultant.

7 thoughts on “The Areopagite Upon the Shore

  1. Hi Jed,

    I love the poetic concept. Great thoughts about the simple complexities on our everyday life. I hope deep stories and ideas don’t always require blood, pain, and tears, but come on, they do.

    In Christ,

    Gary

    On Thu, Sep 6, 2018 at 12:58 AM ST. JUDE’S TAVERN wrote:

    > jedidiahpaschall posted: “For Father Kimel So you will preserve me too, > and what you have given me will grow and reach perfection, and I will be > with you; because this too is your gift to me – that I exist > Augustine The Beach and I became brothers in blood” >

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  2. Thanks Gary – yes there is an uncanny link between art and suffering. Fortunately, I was about 5 when I stepped on the bottle, and at the time, I thought that the cut was pretty cool. I still have the scar, and ironically, there’s still sand in it. So, wherever I go, the beach goes with me. That was the thought behind the poem, or one of them at least.

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