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Good morning, readers! This week we are bringing a poem to you - a sonnet - from Sara Oyela. Of this poem the author says: “I wrote this sonnet in July of 2022, after a stay in Savannah and excursions to Tybee Island. I had lived just about four hours from there for about 9 years, in northern Georgia, and had not been until my sister, who lives in Indiana and who’s been several times, suggested we go together for a weekend. It was a treat, and I hope I can get away there for a change in scenery, more often.”
Waves, like fire, flicker and lap at shore, mesmerize eyes and lull minds with white noise. Feet first, wade with wonder or run with force into deep, vastness, and bodies find poise. Arms below, tread, play with water as toys. Heat of sun on head begs for immersion. Eyes close, plug nose, plunge, jump up and rejoice. Tongue swallows salt and blood fills with ocean. Up and down the beach, each group, each person, claims their space, reaches in, and learns the waves. Water sinks, then swells into a mountain. Emerald wall rises, shoulders bounce up, brave, and surrender life’s weight, carried in grace. Then each tongue confesses the ocean’s ways.
Check back here in a couple days for a discussion thread in order to share your thoughts on this poem. Then also again, on Friday evening, to test your knowledge of, and challenge yourself to dig into, the Bible, and to find out what the author thought of when she wrote this.
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