Hatteras Bound

There is a place where the sea and sky meet in a tender embrace; unless of course, there is a storm, and then, there is a terrible fight.

But oh, on a clear blue day, the dolphins play, and the sea birds frolic about.

The waves sound like thunder, a turmultuous roar when they crash upon the shore; yet, there is only a peaceful reply from the sand.

The miles of beach stretch on like a road that never ends; there is just the breaking waves, and the sigh of the sea, as it returns.

I muse at all that rolling water, so much gravel and broken bits of shell; I know it could carry me away as well.

There is a story here, I tell myself; the sea has something to say to me, and so, I return expectantly.

I listen to the wind, feel the sun upon my face, and I watch the sputtering water retract, as my feet sink like unto quicksand.

Time seems to stand still; a seagull saunters along, not far ahead of me, and a crab races back to his hole.

I am captivated by the music of the sea, the haunting melody of the Hatteras wind, and the waves that pound again and again, a crescendo I know so well.

Still, the sea does not speak to me; the ocean is a confidant who inspires my soul, but gives no clues to the universe at all.

There is just the sigh of the sea that always leaves me wondering; is there something I missed, something I should know?

In the breathless rush of life, with things recklessly tossed about, there is also the pause, the calm before the storm, where we find shelter.

It is this sigh of the sea that I listen to most of all, and not the thunder; herein, lies the answer I seek, the knowledge that in all that rolling water, all is not lost, but found…including me.

Luke 19:10: “For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”

Linda Raha is a Christian writer who has kept a journal for a great many years. The journal entries are a mix of poems, reflections, and anecdotes on any number of topics. For Linda, the theme of the sea is a recurring one. Her love of the ocean and spending time there manifests itself in much of what she writes.
26 comments
  1. Beautiful, enigmatic vision of the ocean. Love it.

    1. The closer I am to the sea, the more at home I feel. 🙂 There is a peacefulness, not unlike a trip to the mountains. I like the mountains as well, but I love the ocean more!

  2. I’m feeling it, all the way from way north… Thanks

    1. 🙂 🙂 🙂

  3. beautiful writing and stunning shots!

    1. Thank you! I took a lot of pictures this time!

      1. and well worth it, thanks!

        1. 🙂 🙂 🙂

  4. I love that picture of the gulls by the beach

    1. 🙂 🙂 🙂

  5. There is a silence only the sea can render in our souls.

    1. So true! You are a kindred spirit. In a world that keeps us endlessly busy, we need to find quietude.

    2. So true!

  6. This is a beautiful and inspiring post, Linda. Your photos are stunning, too! Thanks for sharing.

    1. Thank you! It is always hard to leave Hatteras Island. It is a magical place. 🙂

    2. My sentiments exactly! The writing and the photos left me smiling.

      1. 🙂 🙂 🙂 This world is full of so many beautiful places! We do have much to smile about!

  7. I thought I was following your blog, but now I can’t tell! And I didn’t get this post in my email, either. Do you have a way to check, or should I just try to follow it again?

    1. Try to follow it again! 🙂 I will also try to check, but following it again would probably be best.

        1. I am glad! 🙂

  8. Dear Linda, how beautiful, how beautiful! The poem swept me away to scenes at the ocean’s shore and then left me with that deep message. Jesus came for the lost. That’s you and me! I could have been a broken shell, crushed under the weight of my sin, but He came to find me, save me, redeem me and make me His own. I love your beautiful photos, too. So lovely!

    1. You do have a way with words! 🙂 You must keep that up Melissa!!! As you have put it so well, we all would be broken shells, crushed under the weight of sin. What joy to know we were not swept away, but found! What joy to know that in the heart of God, each little shell matters; even the battered, broken bits, are treasures He only can restore. Praise God for the love the Heavenly Father has for His children!

      1. You have a way with words yourself, Linda! Keep writing, dear sister! I love how you say each little shell matters to God, even the battered and broken bits. He made us and we are precious in His sight. What a comfort and joy! Like no other! Have a blessed day, Linda!

        1. Wishing you blessings as well! I deeply appreciate your posts as they are so uplifting. It is a wonderful thing that we can ponder the words of scripture together and gain insights from one another.:) Thank you!

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