The Ocean

There’s something magic about the ocean.

Maybe it’s just the way the waves crash on the sand. Maybe it’s that lonely cry of the gulls, swooping and soaring above. Or maybe it’s that mystical rush you feel deep down in your toes, rising up into your legs and hands and shoulders and into your very soul, as the fog lifts on the sandbar early on a summer morning.

 What causes the rush? Possibilities. So many possibilities that the day might hold; because when you are near the ocean, nothing seems impossible.

 

 There’s something magic about the ocean.

 

 It’s not just water; it’s so much more. It’s feeling the brinish wind play through my hair, seeing the sea treasures awash on the shore, hearing the roar and tumble of the waves, smelling the faint, sweet aromas of the sea-town. The flat expanse of sand when the tide is low, it calls me, beckons me to come dance and run and twirl and be alive and be one with the sea.

  The water itself, so full of power draws me nearer to the Power that created it. Just as the great mighty ocean stretches too far for my pitiful eyes to see, so the weak eyes of my soul cannot comprehend the Majesty of my God. 

 For it is always here---- surrounded by the sapphire waves that I can feel Him most, and feel most alive and free.

 

There’s something magic about the ocean.

 

  It is as changeable as I am, for its mood matches mine. On happy days I hear its laugh in the frothy foam; on serious days it whispers to back to me in the creeping ripples; and on the days when I remember the things I wish I could forget, the sea echoes back my tears in the cool, dewy mists.

 Here on its sandy shores do I know myself the best. The ocean is wild. The ocean is calm. The ocean is beautiful. The ocean is happy. The ocean is sad. The ocean is free. The ocean, the ocean, the ocean….

 

There’s something magic about the ocean. Maybe it’s just the way the waves crash on the sand.

 

  Or maybe, it’s something much, much more.