Beloved Ocean

The rain started as we came into the village
suitable for the meeting with the sick ones
the ones who turned to booze to cover up
the pain inflicted upon their delicate souls

The ocean called me away from their doorway
called me to its grey awesome swelling self
into the healing breath of divinity itself
what better way to spend a holy day than here

Gathering bulk kelp washing my face in water
the salty brim taking away the fear of heart
great waves roll in and out from the beginning
I am but a cell of all that is and I am now

And all looks down to them children of here
the osprey the eagle the crow the seagull
for they have this place called home to
bathe their sorrow and sober their minds