Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.
Deep calls to Deep
At the ocean’s ragged edge
Wave after wave
Claws at shingle,
A familiar ebb and flow:
In early morning light
The stillness of the bay
Lit by a rising sun
Shimmers with hope,
The gentle warmth of possibility
For a new day.
And in the storm
As the turbulence of a tempest is unleashed,
Breath stolen by the force of the gale,
I feel the raw power
Of a raging, crashing, tumultuous sea.
Taste salt on my lips.
And know its wild ways will not be tamed.
Yet from that quiet promise of sunrise,
To the clamour of fury and ferment,
The boom of pounding breakers,
I hear the soundings of the deep,
The compelling call to mystery beyond safety,
A hidden and unexplored expanse,
Deeper than my knowing.
I hear your call
I feel the unsettling tug of the tide,
You still dare me to come further
Than the safety of shallow waters,
To surrender myself to the vastness
Of the depths of who you are.
Written by Chris Matthews