Selah I stand in darkness on a distant hill And listen to the tempting of the sea; With whispers crashing on a drum of sand, In liquid melody it beckons me. Desiring to surrender to its call, I let the shell of self slip to the ground. The sea envelops me within its breath; The salty harmony sweetly surrounds. Without a touch, it draws me closer in, Without words, speaks the longings of my heart-- To meet the Voice that permeates my soul, To see the great Creator of this art.

~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1998