Liminal Light

Slowly walking north along the edge of the Sea today.
Yesterday I ran; the crashing roar calling the same.

A couple pass me running to the south.
Salt in air, the morning light making all clear.

Arriving, the chapel door is closed.

Whilst waiting, I find the Sanctuary Gate

and follow the steps of the exiled,
before turning and finding a new path
to a hidden bay.

From the bay, the church is now tiny
to the Majestic Sea.

In which direction is sanctuary?

Soon my new steps from the south will meet earlier steps from the north

I know the castle with its treasure is ahead, but hidden from plain sight.

I know the journey will faithfully reveal all I need to see.

Beauty is hidden, waiting to be revealed. I choose to hold the lack, waiting for the reveal.
Choose to be temporary alone, but not isolated.

I see Holy Island, I hear the wind, the crashing of the waves, grey on grey on silver and white.

To the right are the Farnes and the reminder of small boat bravery filled with the Darling of Grace.

Now steps from the south meet those from the north, with knowing exchanged nods from the rare fellow walker.

Do I see it now? It's not quite right. I need to see what I cannot see to recognise what I do.

Steps take urgency now, starting to see clearly and in truth, it is majestic and my heart sings.

Feelings impermanent, passing and transient.

I turn, walking closer to the sea, further from the land.

Trusting the ocean, there is no fear of the waves

Waves are part of it

Ache remembers tears of jelly fish

That time I asked if still there

and God rose onto two feet

with a galloping sound

overtaking crashing waves