His voice
It rolls on a wave to my mind
I can barely hear the words
And I do mean a wave
Gentle and quiet it laps against the shoreline of my heart

How often I ignore them
Those beautiful touches
Those precious thoughts
All towards me
All from my God

Some days my heart is reached
A sandy beach one would dream of
Others are cold and hard
Cliffs far above those gentle waters
Built up on time and fear and shame
My earthen walls

From atop those cliffs I glance upon those waters
Remembering the warmth going to and fro
Of His peace, His Wisdom
Give me something
Anything to break down these cliffs
Anything to feel those waters again

I look at the hard earth in despair
How can one overcome such an obstacle?
I drop to my knees
And it all crumbles.
I find myself in familiar sand
And even more familiar
Gentle touches of a wave
Upon my knees
Upon my fingertips as I kneel in that sand

From here I see the ocean vast
Relentless and unchanging
On and on it goes
With cliffs being but a memory
I stand up
I step in