Sunday

[Donna]

sit, write, gaze, ponder, consider

look, look, look here at the sea

rhythmic waves pulling in and out

do not squeeze your soul into a church

a building

let it roam over the surging waves

your bare feet in the stones

I have pummelled into sand

for your feet

come bathe your weary bones

in my waves

and sing me into your spirit

[Peter Le Baige]

Right kind of cathedral; remember a poem by someone about 'cathedral waves' or I'm making it up, but your piece brings this phrase to mind.