A Magical Sea

Along the Medicine Way I journeyed,

dipped my toes in a magical sea, 

laughed with the wind, danced in the rain,

and my soul was returned to me.

I bow to the sky, I run with the wind,

the raindrops cleanse my thirsting heart.

Water gives all creatures life,

is sacred from the very start.

The great bowl of the sky above,

the earth below, so brown and fair,

humble and mothering, offer gifts

to humans, all so unaware.

Wheeling seabirds,  laughing waves,

are luminous under a midnight moon.

I chart my path where there is no path,

knowing I'll head homeward soon.

We are born in water. At the end,

to the dying, water is our last  friend.

I lived in love with the ocean's roar.

My heart could not have asked for more.

For Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Water