I have stood on the crest
of the bluffs north of Bodega Bay and gazed at the
expanse of the
Pacific Ocean.
From high on the bluff, you
can see the waves crashing on the rocks below, and
the endlessness of the water that meets the horizon.
The prospective is different
on the sandy beaches below the bluff. There is no
distance to the horizon, and the waves roll in
relentlessly to the shore, sweeping all within it's
wake:
~ Press on
~
How great the hands that
bore This vast horizon of endless blues; Black
where it meets the cloudless sky; Gently fading as
it comes nearer
Until shades of green overtake The blues
and lead to white soapy Froth, which freezes the
toes of those Who frolic on the shore, minuscule
Against the greatness of the sea.
Then ~ once the steep bluff descended, Your
toes finally touch that sand, And sans shoes, you
make your way To water's edge, and feel the coolness
Between your toes and the
breeze Blows freely through the tresses of your
hair, And the sun is warm while the breeze is cool,
And all these contradictions come to bare.
The crashing waves roll on relentlessly,
And the undertow could pull you safely From the
shore and send you tumbling Helter-skelter through
life's terrible
Choices; ~ Yet, you endure.
For your Great hope is built on nothing less than
The love that has been Offered to you ~
So you press on, resolving to
always put Your Savior first and try to strive to be
All that He has seen in you.
For you know that the
feelings on the shore, And the feelings on the bluff
Are different.
And yet, somehow, they meet
and become The total of that creation. And you are a
Part of that great creation. And so, as a Part
of the whole, you are free to press on.
Press on toward the mark.
Press on toward the lord.
Press on toward the hope.
Press on toward the
love.
Press on.
KarenŠ
Scripture from: Philippians
3:14
I press on toward the goal to win the
prize for which God has called me heavenward in
Christ Jesus.
