Where will I go this Sabbath Day?

Where will I go this Sabbath Day?

This Sabbath Day
This Sabbath Day
Down to the meadow where the river slows.
That’s where I’ll go this Sabbath Day.

I’ll taste the water and watch it flow,
Watch it flow
Watch it flow
I’ll taste the water and watch it flow.
That’s where I’ll go this Sabbath Day.

Where will I go to sit and pray?
Sit and pray
Sit and pray
Under the willows that bend and sway.
That’s where I’ll go this Sabbath Day.

I’ll bury my toes in the earthen clay
The earthen clay
The earthen clay.
I’ll bury my toes in the earthen clay
That’s where I’ll go this Sabbath Day.

I’ll listen to God, let Him have his say.
Have His say
Have His say
I’ll listen to God, let Him have his say.
That’s where I’ll go this Sabbath Day!

Mandy Edwards © 2017

Sea Goddess

Sand disapears in rivulets
Beneath her sun-drenched legs,
As she exhales, inhales, exhales,
Deep in meditation.

She digs her toes into the ocean floor
And slowly moves her hips. Circles
Rhythmically as if orbiting the sun;
Dips into her purse with salty fingers.

An intake of breath. She moves again.
Her pulse quickening as the rising tide
Fingers her hidden crevices, hissing
And spitting like molten lava.

One last thrust of the hips, she dissolves
In a frenzy of frothing surf.
Hears nothing but her heartbeat.
Her body sated. Her mind at peace.

Startled by her aloneness,
She curls into the empty shell of herself.
And listens.
Listens to the ocean whispering her name.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2017

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