Rise and Fall of the Tides

Here is a poem that I think you will like. It is by St. Aidan of Lindisfarne.

Leave me alone with God as much as may be.
As the tide draws the waters close in upon the shore,
Make me an island, set apart, alone with you, God, holy to you.

Then with the turning of the tide
prepare me to carry your presence to the busy world beyone,
the world that rushes in on me till the waters come again and fold me back to you.

It is raining again today so I could not go to water exercise but will write and answers notes this morning. It promises to be a quiet Saturday at home. I love to think that I am floating in the waters of the love of God which are all around us and carry us at each minute.