WATCHING & WAITING

I think of the many hours I have spent

Sitting on the beach just looking out on the horizon. 

I am not thinking about anything; simply looking,

No, staring out over the waves, watching and waiting for something. 

It is a spiritual thing

That somehow refreshes my soul every time I do it. 

This has been an activity I have done since I was a child. 

I know something is coming, someday, sometime.

When I listen to Annie Lennox sing the song Into the West,

I feel that same waiting:

“What can you see

On the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea

A Pale moon rises

The ships have come to carry you home.

A light on the water

Grey ships pass

Into the West.”

I don’t know what or who I am watching and waiting for,

But I do it almost as a religious practice or ritual. 

It is a connection of some kind to God. 

All I know is, I like the feeling of being completely empty,

Completely at rest, and simply watching and waiting

For the One I know will come someday over that horizon;

The One who will come and carry me Home.