THE WAVES THAT THE SURFERS FIND GOD ON

I made my peace with God today

Swimming in the ocean

The sun bowed down in fractured rays

I knelt on the sand at the bottom

One day, when my name is gone

And this time is long forgotten

I'll return to the beach as the summer swell

The waves that the surfers find God on

My thoughts will crumble into sand

For another soul to stand on

I won't be kept by the curse of dry land

I'll find my peace deep in the canyons

The sea will take my troubles away

And turn them into sky

Traveling like a white-winged bird

Disappearing over the horizon

I'll find freedom looking up

Getting drunk by the sight of the moon

The morning sun will call to me

Rising up behind the white dunes

I will have fins, and wings for to fly

When I go floating away

I'll return as the little white butterflies

In the gardens on midsomer days

Orange wings, backlit by the sun

In October, when all of the tourists are gone

The dog days will fade as the goldenrod blooms

The last monarch will lift off from the dunes

I'll make my peace with God that day

Diving in the canyons

Pushing up the winter swell

For another soul to find God on.