A Poem by Peter C. Venable: Spirit Surfing


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Spirit Surfing

Surely you know that you are God’s temple

Tonight, moonlight silvers dunes and shells.

The surf chills bare feet. Red-billed gulls lull;

Sandpipers nest with bellies fry full.

Salt spray whisks and mists my cheeks.

God's Spirit lives in you!

My temple has heavens and hells —

Hellish pits and heavenly peaks.

God’s temple is sacred and pristine.

The surf pounds in acclaim “All is well.”

You yourselves are that temple* — spirit waves swell;

My temple fills to the brim and streams.

*1 Corinthians 3:16-17, Good News Translation

~Peter C. Venable

Peter C. Venebal

The writer has written both free and metric verse for over fifty years. He has been published in Ancient Paths, Time of Singing, Windhover - A Journal of Christian Literature, The Anglican Theological Journal, Apex Magazine, Kingdom Pen Magazine, and others. But poetry is merely a hobby; he is a retired clinician, volunteers at a prison camp, seniors’ center, and food pantry; sings in the annual December Messiah, and is graced with a happy marriage, daughter, son-in-law, granddaughter, and Yeshua.

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