A Prayer at the Sea

My Lord, I stand upon the shore in a state of awe. I never gaze into the sea-filled horizon without the same feeling coming over me. This mystery I behold reminds me of You. The sea, like you, is so very immense, so grand, so boundless. It fills me with joy as well as peace and tranquility - a bit like You do. But so do am I touched by a twinge of apprehension, even fear, for before such majesty I sense my own frailty and weakness, not to mention my small stature in the grand scheme of things. What am I next to such grandeur? What am I in the midst of the swelling, surging deep that day and night speaks one word to the rocky shore? Your Word, like the ceaseless waves, laps against the hard hearts of men over and over again until they cannot ignore Your presence any longer. You never give up, no matter how much I fortify the stony wall I've built to hold You back. You never leave me, never draw back or retreat to some far away land. No, Lord. You who contain so much power and might come most often in the soft and gentle caress of a summer tide. I pray You will open my heart to receive You into every corner of my being. Wash over and through me, Father, and may I never again be dry. Amen.