SEASONS OF GRACE

Requiem in Sea Oh, to call the conch my home . . . Stormy-smoothed tunnels of Kaleidoscope walls spiraling into Pearl-shimmered dyes, Ever-changing with the light Of the sun, of the moon, Of the tide, and the gloaming, And surging, and sighing, Of the sea . . . Of that space That calls to me [...]

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours…

-Gordon Lightfoot, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”