Wednesday, February 1, 2023

Santa Monica Sunday Afternoon

Breeze, shade, sand, sun.
You are here in gull’s cries,
palm trees, undulating ocean,
blue cloudless sky.

But just as much present
in the scraps of music, 
sounds of conversation, people
moving in every direction.

I am here,
taking it all in, no agenda
but presence, which is prayer, is it not?
A slice of time on Santa Monica beach,
an act of worship because you are here.

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