BY SISTER AGATHA YEN PHAM

Cradling a smooth, cool marble in my hand,
I stride along white sand, vast and trembling beneath the sun.
Before me, a beach stretches endless,
Teal waters roaring, glinting like shards of heaven.

The sun pours fire upon the ocean,
Illuminating every wave,
Every shimmer a pulse of God’s presence.
It feels like a long-distance friend,
Patient, relentless, ever near,
A presence that shakes the heart,
Quiet but unstoppable.

Above and beyond,
A bond surges unseen —
Between humanity and Earth,
Between soul and the divine,
A sacred thread that hums,
That trembles,
That sets the spirit alight.

In this pulse, this trembling tide,
I feel the hand of God in mine—
A bond unbroken, unyielding, eternal.