Go he said,
Until rock gives way to sea, gives way to
Salt and air and the elements all—
Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs.
Rippling, crashing, splitting beneath you,
It’s tired arms open to the cold of night—
Everything frozen, everything hushed.
And then, with eyes at rest, look closely.
Closer.
Closer still.
And in that moment, you will find me—
Indeed you will see.
~ author unknown, actually from an Anthropolgie catalog
12 comments:
I always find such beautiful words here. Sometimes they are yours, other times they are someone else's. I always enjoy them.
Oh, I love it!
The call in that photo ... wonderful.
Anthropologie finds good stuff! This one is really spot on!
Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs.
Such a beautiful way to describe the shore.
Thanks for sharing this and the lovely accompanying photo.
Oh the Oregon coast and Haystack Rock! Some of my happiest childhood memories are from there... And thank you for the beautiful words too.
Love the beauty of the coast and the words.
Anthropolgie has some good writer. I love the image of looking closer still and finding..... Yes I will. Thank you.
I love that you found and filed
this away to share....treasure.
Thanks friend:)
-Jennifer
Closer...closer still...*swoon*... I LOVE this too! This was in the Antropologie catalog?! Wow... Wonders never cease. :o) Happy Week, Relyn, and thanks for sharing a treasure of a find! ((HUGS))
Lovely! I still have never been inside that store but maybe during the shopping season!
very nice poem thanks for sharing
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