Boulders with fierce intention.
Grace can be disguised in power.
A surge of purpose can come with
Storms of re-direction.
Nothing is too large or too small
To be noticed, taken in, seen.
The arc of each wave has crested over
Our heads with just enough room to breathe.
The waves will greet the shores
Of every landmass the planet provides.
And we, we too will be met relentless
In ways we do not yet understand.
We will be baptised into what is different.
We will be humbled by love that reminds
But doesn't crush.
We will be safe in the presence of danger,
This dangerous love.
Photography - Clark Little