Transitions

This place that I sit 

To watch magnificence 

Of Your creation 

Gives me vantage and view

Of two transitions -

The edge of solid land 

With rocks and dry sand

Etched against 

Tumultuous, turbulent flow

Of sea water;

And then there's the sky - pink and rose

Set further beyond 

Near the line of horizon

It bows down

To meet in humility 

The serene blue

Of still and calmed - distant sea

Marking at last

Ascent of matter

With acceptance

From the distant Heaven.

I have crossed the first line

Transcending the second 

Is my goal.