A Poem by Peter C. Venable: Spirit Surfing

June 15, 2019








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







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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