Baltijos Jura -- Baltic Sea white sand crested in wave-forms spring sun -- not yet conquering wind not silence, but head-clearing whshshsh storm-pummelled sand dunes stubborn like the Lithuanian heart where have I come from? my home where my heart is right here on this sand dune sculpted by patient winds carrying away my carefully-constructed self bit by bit the waves throw themselves at the shore day in, day out; year by year yet the shore does not yield only stages a perennial strategic retreat the waves dig up amber from Jurate's palace flinging it on the beach a constant gift a futile gesture of romantic excess there are glorious diamonds in the sand traces of treasure catching the sun's eye order out of chaos random winds pick out repetitive forms does God place each grain of sand? no, we are predictable as the seventh wave choosing our fate, rising above the surface only to fall once more into the evil sea my God, why have you forsaken us? why don't you make us do the good? force us, like the grand inquisitor to choose, blindly, never going wrong it's a foolish world, the worst, I think what a waste of freedom! light and dark; pleasure and pain they all flow from your bounty can we love the evil? suffer its slings and arrows, and redeem time? I guess you were lonely, God you wanted someone, anyone even if they ran away you love playing "chase" and we giggle when you catch us but what a price for you to watch us flounder do you love the silence of heaven? where no groans or whispers but only ceaseless hymns, like the waves do you watch the time go by waiting for its fulfilment? are you seducing the world, loving it into the kingdom? maybe you dance into the long dark night staring into the eyes of our soul willing us to return your gaze not always on the mountaintop or even on the sandy shore do you call us to launch out into the deepDaryl Culp
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