i talked to my tears today they had so much to say as they left my heart and painted my face sometimes i’m torn apart by this crazy race called life i talked to my tears today they had so much to say as i felt the weight of my head in my hands sometimes i can’t think straight longing for love in the hate in all the races that shine so beautifully shine i talked to my tears today they had so much to say tell me more of the me that must be renewed that must be changed transformed rearranged in the deep by love from above i talked to my tears today they had so much to say so i spoke about hope that there is a day when justice will come pain will be gone and tears wiped away on the shores of that day all nations will sing dance and play
I particularly love the winter shore. The lonely beach seems to have more to say during the “off” season. I enjoy the endless songs of the water as the waves crash, and the water spreads out in a desperate attempt to explore and experience more of what it’s like to be on land. The taste of cold, salty air…
This was taken near the end of my walk around the Montauk Point Lighthouse. Along the right edge of the image you can make out the “road” that was made when these giant boulders were laid along the shore to protect it from erosion.
What I didn’t expect to see at the end of my walk were these stone markers along the edge of the sea. Suddenly I felt like I was in some kind of sacred space where each of these represented a story or some kind of memorial.
I was alone in this field of small stone towers…
This image, and the next more than a few posts, will be from my recent trip to Long Island, and time spent exploring the end of the island, known as, Montauk Point. This was taken as I walked around the perimeter of the lighthouse. More on that lighthouse soon. Thanks for stopping by.
We all need it sometimes. (Click the image for a larger view.)
We are all on a journey… we are all followers… we give our allegiance and attention to that which we understand will bring us redemption, or, some kind of relief from the darkness in this world and the darkness that lies within. As you journey on may you find peace and solace, grace and light, rest and welcome.
This was taken on my recent trip to Saint Lucia with our church’s youth group. This is four out of the 28 students on the trip. We took some time to visit a lighthouse in Vieux Fort, Saint Lucia called: Cap Moule a Chique Light. This is one of highest lights above sea level in the world and is located on the southernmost tip of Saint Lucia. My youngest son is in the foreground.