You have chosen to walk on the shingle,
When I have prepared
Beautiful soft sand for your feet.
You let yourself be set about
By clinging tendrils of seaweeds,
Which are so easy to brush off
When you turn to Me.
Look at this beautiful double shell,
I purified you at your baptism,
And again by my Spirit.
The dull grey of these pebbles
Becomes rich and gleaming
With the washing of My gentle waves.
So many burdens, too much flotsam,
Let me make you light, useful,
Magnificent,
With the touch of My hand.
Simplify, purify,
Listen to the sounds of the sea.
Rest in Me,
Open your hands,
And walk freely, joyously,
Carried along by the breeze
Of My will for your life.
