In Its Rhythm

Do you ever gaze upon the ocean
and fall quiet,
struck by its vastness,
by the way it stretches beyond sight,
yet answers to a shoreline?

A body so immense,
it feels eternal,
yet born of a Presence
that called it into being.

It remembers beginnings.
It foreshadows endings.

It has claimed ships
and carried them home.
It has held both storm 
and stillness in the same breath.

And I wonder,
what kind of God
writes himself into water and wind,
into tide and undertow,
into depths no eye can measure?

Somehow, 
I find myself in its rhythm,
my thoughts rising and retreating 
like waves surrendering 
to an unseen hand.

In its ceaseless motion,
I learn submission.
In its return to shore,
I glimpse grace.

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Buki is an emerging poet exploring love, grief, identity, and the quiet thresholds of becoming, shaped by her life across Nigeria, the UK, and the USA. Having only recently begun writing, she uses restrained language and intimate imagery to trace the spaces between fear and tenderness. Her work has been published in Wingless Dreamer and is shared on Instagram and Substack.