Asilomar Beach

My eyes cut a sliver of the lighted moon for your glory

I watch the darkness clear the sky for stars

Standing in the silent sound of your name

I claim this sand for your kingdom

By listening to the sea

I translate a declaration of your dominion over it.


No flagstaff other than my foot

No plate of bronze but my sunset-shining face

Just because I’ve been this way

Yours is the kingdom, the power, the glory


July 1981

Topics: Fiction and Poetry and Worship & Liturgy. Seasons & Special Events: All Seasons. Resource Types: Poetry.

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