The ocean sighs a wave
and a line of demarcation,
left behind to remind
the world of its presence.
Proof of existence
Preserving the sand with salty
Aren't we the white crystals left behind?
The agents telling the world He lives. He breathes.
He's still alive.
He hasn't retreated into a watery death.
The Spirit within forms salt on our lips,
speaking of the One who stops the rot.
February 18, 2020