Guest post by Elise Petersen, a naturalist poet from the East Coast.
Let it be the Ocean
If I am made in the image of any God,
let it be the Ocean
whose shape is decided, moment to moment
by Her own, unbridled will.
View from St. Simon’s Island
The truth is, I don’t believe in God.
I wade far into the ocean, alone
and feel compelled to whisper:
I came to see you. Please hold me for a while.”
This post is part of a series, Contemplating Heavenly Mother. Find more from this series here.