breath easy (if you were holding your breath)

A love song in another language

A soft breeze beside my ear
tickle the drum that beats inside.
There’s warmth on my face
gently moving its way through
the skin like rhythmic waves that
bring in the tide.

Crash. This is not a sirens call
to me. Crush. Rocks dig,
dig deep into the sand. Crack.
Go the shells that once held
life.

Life is breathing. Life is
beating in every kelp,
critter, and corner. Under
every rock, sand, and shell.
Count the sun’s pulse
off the glimmer of the sea.
One, two, and three.

One solitary guardian built
from the ground up
to illuminate the seasons
with little sun. Your purpose
is three fold: stand, shine,
and signal to those coming
from the vast unknown.
But I’m on the safe side
sitting next to you, admiring
the view.


If you couldn't already guess, that is the poem I wrote at the lighthouse. I am leaving tomorrow morning for Sweden to visit the North Park kiddos with my friend Tor. Please keep us in your prayers as we travel. I'll be back on the day I was born twenty years ago.