The ocean sighs a wave

and a line of demarcation,

left behind to remind

the world of its presence.

Proof of existence

in absence.

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.


JL McCarthy

February 18, 2020