Spirit Surfing
Surely you know that you are God’s temple
Tonight, moonlight silvers dunes and shells.
The surf chills bare feet. Red-billed gulls lull;
Sandpipers nest with bellies fry full.
Salt spray whisks and mists my cheeks.
God's Spirit lives in you!
My temple has heavens and hells —
Hellish pits and heavenly peaks.
God’s temple is sacred and pristine.
The surf pounds in acclaim “All is well.”
You yourselves are that temple* — spirit waves swell;
My temple fills to the brim and streams.
*1 Corinthians 3:16-17, Good News Translation
~Peter C. Venable
The writer has written both free and metric verse for over fifty years. He has been published in Ancient Paths, Time of Singing, Windhover - A Journal of Christian Literature, The Anglican Theological Journal, Apex Magazine, Kingdom Pen Magazine, and others. But poetry is merely a hobby; he is a retired clinician, volunteers at a prison camp, seniors’ center, and food pantry; sings in the annual December Messiah, and is graced with a happy marriage, daughter, son-in-law, granddaughter, and Yeshua.