Waiting for the Ship

Come.
     Come, my lover.
     Come be with me.
       For your mind is tired.
       And your hands--worked hard.

The ocean breeze is healing.
The sun so warm.
It can warm your heart in places of unknown cold.

Come, my lover.
    Come right beside me.
    Sit.
    Be still.
 And beauty will reveal itself.

The bees are such a small price to pay
In exchange for the art and glory in the very air we breath.

For there is space here.
    Space for you.
    Space for me.
    Space for we.
Our essence to dance and swirl and have their being.

There is time yet
For the ship has not come in.

Come, enter the silence and feel its fullness.
The rocking of the tide
The hum of the bird.
For life is vibrant all around us and within us.
To be still, silent, and alive.

Moving us forward.

Come and be filled.