Presence 8: Arts That Inspire Reflection & Prayerনমুনা

## Deep Calls To Deep At the ocean’s ragged edge Wave after wave Claws at shingle, A familiar ebb and flow: Regular, Rhythmic, Restful, Hypnotically predictable. In early morning light The stillness of the bay Lit by a rising sun Shimmers with hope, The gentle warmth of possibility For a new day. And in the storm As the turbulence of a tempest is unleashed, Breath stolen by the force of the gale, I feel the raw power Of a raging, crashing, tumultuous sea. Taste salt on my lips. And know its wild ways will not be tamed. Yet from that quiet promise of sunrise, To the clamour of fury and ferment, The boom of pounding breakers, I hear the soundings of the deep, The compelling call to mystery beyond safety, A hidden and unexplored expanse, Deeper than my knowing. I hear your call I feel the unsettling tug of the tide, You still dare me to come further Than the safety of shallow waters, To surrender myself to the vastness Of the depths of who you are. Chris Matthews