FRESH AIR
I watch the golden sand beach that closes into a point on the horizon, first to the right, then to the left. I can see one lone fisherman, two hundred metres distance. He holds his rod still and straight, like a praying mantis, waiting for a catch.
There have been other visitors to the beach, smudged footprints, just out of wave wash reach can still be seen. A grey-green crumpled paper sea is rocking gently to shore. Looking out to sea, a thin vertical mark can be seen where the water meets the sky, so thin that if you didn't know it was there to be seen, you would miss it. Man claims his oil.
Is that all life is? Energy. What happens when you run out of energy? Easy, go and buy more petrol. Works for a car, but not for me. I wish life was that easy.
I am like a piece of driftwood washed up on the shore, hoping there is more to life, but fearing there might not be. How long do I wait? Will I ever know? I cannot wait here on the shore, if I stay here this will be the end. I want a beginning, but my sea, my life, is large and uncharted.
I have to leave, if only I could put the seaside air in a can, because any can of air fresh bought, is not like the air here, calming and relaxing, incense, myrrh, the embalming fragrance and wound dressing. Is that the perfume that the Mary's took with them? I need their Gardener. Weeds smother me.
Clearing an overgrown garden takes time, I pray and wait, like the mantis. One day soon, I hope my path will have fewer weeds, and I won't feel so smothered. Then I will be able to walk in the fresh air alongside the Gardener.
This was like a lovely poem. I love the image of my life "large and uncharted." Nice take on fresh air--spending time with the Gardener.
ReplyDeleteI've often felt this way; you've captured the emotion of it well. I often find that getting some actual fresh air at the beach or in the woods helps clear the cobwebs from mind and heart. Cleaning my closet out sometimes helps too. ;)
ReplyDeleteBut sometimes, the things that clutter can only be banished by prayer and fasting, worshiping and waiting upon the Lord to renew the strength so we can glide on those air currents once again.
Excellent reflections, Marilyn. Thanks for joining the ChristianWriters.com chain gang. :)
Lovely and interesting thoughts, Marilyn. Well said. If only *they* could bottle that exhilarating sea air as an air freshner! Oh, my! So glad you joined the gang!
ReplyDeleteWelcome, Marilyn. There's nothing that fuels introspection quite like a walk on the beach. The oceans and seas are only dwarfed by the vastness of space. But it's out there, while the oceans are right here where we can dip our toe in them. I believe they're a reminder of God's unfathomable depths and infinite power.
ReplyDeletePeace and blessings.
Welcome to the blog chain. Very introspective thoughts. Hope you can find a way out of the weeds to a point of more clarity.
ReplyDeleteI loved reading this Marilyn. It was very poetic, but also very readable. I like the way you talk about Jesus as the gardener, referencing his appearance to Mary after this resurrection. I really identified with you seeing Him that way - coming to remove the weeds. Nice writing.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, nice to have another Aussie on the chain. Welcome.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could can the ocean breeze, but you did it for me. I was right there toes in the sand and breeze in my face. Thank you
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