Prayer
A silver morning, a shore cool and widening,
I watch the lowering tide, waves skim, slide
a whisper, a murmur, a hostess,
a curled hand: Come in, out,
hospitality of sea and sand.
Learn again today: tide
doesn’t need to be high, wild
surfable. Once dangerous, deep,
now tamed, low is sweet,
unveiling things never seen,
shells all gleaming.
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Johanna Caton, O.S.B., is a Benedictine nun from Minster Abbey in Kent, England. Her poetry has appeared in numerous publications, both online and print, among them The Catholic Poetry Room, Amethyst Review, The Christian Century, St Austin Review, ONE ART and Ekphrastic Review.
