In witness to the splendor, we walk along the shore, and watching, waiting, listening as ocean breakers roar, we strive to see a vision of something more than this, and send to highest heaven a cry love could not miss. While waiting by the ocean, the sun a ball of fire, we linger in the evening, aware of our desire to open like a flower at daybreak in the wild, to notice our true nature, returning like a child. Each part of God's creation can draw us by degrees, so waken now, and wonder at miracles like these: a baby born in winter, a shorebird flying free, and stars beyond our counting, whose light we yet may see.