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
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