For When Deep Calls to Deep
A Prayer Inspired by the Sound of the Waves
The past week has left me full, and heavy.
Walking the sacred ground of our Civil Rights pilgrimage…
Seeing the headlines…
Carrying questions about my own body and future…
It’s a lot.
And yet, here at the beach, something softened.
The waves kept coming.
The wind kept singing.
And I found myself breathing a little deeper.
Not because the weight was gone.
But because I remembered I’m not carrying it alone.
This is a prayer from that place
Where ache and awe meet, and deep calls to deep.
For When Deep Calls to Deep
A Prayer Inspired by the Sound of the Waves
The God of Love, who calls me deeper,
You meet me here, in the mystery,
Where mercy sounds like the waves coming in
And grief meets grace in the silence between tides.So much weighs on me:
The wounds of our nation.
The voices of the past echoing in my bones.
The pain I carry in my own body.
And the fear I don’t know how to name.But then,
A breeze reminds me of your Spirit
Who calms the chaos in my Soul.
And on this last night here,
The sun rests on the horizon like a benediction.And I remember:
You are still holding all things together.
Even me.
Even now.I don’t need all the answers.
I don’t have to carry it alone.
Not here.
Not today.So I breathe.
I let the wind pray for me.
I let the sea remind me:
You are vast.
And I am not lost.Thank you for this sacred pause,
This moment of rest,
This whispered reminder that I’m held.When I return to the swirl of news, noise, and need,
Let me carry this stillness with me.
Let me remember the waves.
Let me return to awe.
Let me return to You.
Amen.