Breeze and the Sea, Love and Faith

“Pacific Blues”
by, Sleeping At Last
if i could rearrange my words,
i’d say what i mean.
if i could learn to count the cards,
i’d risk everything.
imagine how brave i’d be
if i knew i’d be safe.
if i could only know the end,
i’d be a prodigy of faith.

if i had a treasure map, oh the answers i’d find.
i’d dust off the artifacts ’til i made ’em all shine.

everything i know is borrowed, broken or blind,
and what i’ve seen of beautiful feels merely implied.
is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

how i ache to know.

God knows that i know we’re little boats in the great big sea.
setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.

every compass i have followed i’ve trusted and denied.
so it goes with an ever-changing definition of right.
is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

if ignorance is bliss, then i guess i’m in heaven.
but this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea.

setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.

Samantha alerted me to this song yesterday. It is brilliantly profound—not to mention, musically interesting and beautiful. It speaks to love and faith and truth, all of which are multiplex and more often than not, confounding. Yet, we are irresistibly compelled to search for that breeze. And, everything points back to love. Truth is found in love; truth can only be approached tentatively; truth can only be “known” with faith, and only in part.

This morning was a stunning example of these elements. My husband and I have been struggling with the daily details that poke and pull and sometimes even grind us into the ground. So, we look to the other in “hopes of finding a breeze.” The only possibility for finding it through one or the other is by each of us being filled with the Source: Breath, Ruach

As Samantha wrestles with detecting that breeze in another and the Other, and strives to understand, to know that which is true, my prayer is that our marriage be an example and fortification to her. My prayer is also that Howie and I, while at times not sensing the breeze, never resist the kiss—hesitant though it sometimes is—the pull “that sends [us] back to the grasp of the sea.” It is not “safe.” But the substance of that sea? Love, of course.



By Nicole

Nicole Oliver Snyder’s expertise lies in the areas of leadership, gender issues, and mindfulness practice as it affects both. Leadership, particularly in an urban setting, requires community-relations skills, and an ability to clearly convey justice issues as they relate to felt, spiritual ones. Dr. Snyder is author of Leading Together: Mindfulness and the Gender Neutral Zone, and specializes in teaching mindfulness leadership development, formative spirituality, counseling, and Old Testament theology (emphasis on justice issues). She has a diverse background in international community-relations work combined with volunteer work in multi-ethnic communities, and with local institutions. She is an ordained Clergy; holds a BS in Human Development and Family Studies, w/Education Certificate, an MA-Counseling, MDiv Equiv., holds a Doctor of Ministry and Advanced Certification in Formative Spiritual Direction, and is a Licensed Professional Counselor (MI).

1 comment

  1. Wow, what amazing poetry in this song – beautiful, well-written and poignant. I truly can relate to this song. I love the way you worded your thoughts too – "It speaks to love and faith and truth, all of which are multiplex and more often than not, confounding. Yet, we are irresistibly compelled to search for that breeze." So true. Makes me think of this line from U2: I believe in the kingdom comeThen all the colors will bleed into one, Bleed into oneWell yes I'm still runningYou broke the bonds and youLoosed the chainsCarried the crossOf my shame, Of my shameYou know I believed itBut I still haven't found what I'm looking for…But then this: "Truth is found in love; truth can only be approached tentatively; truth can only be 'known' with faith, and only in part." Well put!And this part too: "It is not 'safe.' But the substance of that sea? Love, of course."Thank you so much for your love for me in all my shortcomings and for doing life with me! I am truly blessed!

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