“And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.” Genesis 1:3
I am called to Ocean often
to remember how the Spirit of God
laid atop its big blue-black body before He spoke to the Darkness,
commanded it to divide, then declared the Day.
“To illuminate,” my lover tells me, “is Holy work, and man prospers in its fruits.”
I sit inside the Ocean’s big belly and lick the salt from my lips,
and wonder what is considered God’s best work,
and where I can pick the best fruits to be the best wife, and mother, and daughter.
I tell the waters I must leave this place and never come back until I learn what God was
thinking when He made me.
Faith responds, “Just go towards the light, girl. There’s a big mirror on the wall.”
“Oh,” I whisper to God, smiling because I am one of the good things He made in the
beginning,
“Let there be me.”
©April Tia Glasgow
April, your poem deeply touched me, and I want to thank you for sharing such a beautiful reflection. The way you weave together the imagery of the ocean and light feels like a spiritual awakening, reminding me of the importance of seeking God’s light in our own lives. Your words about self-discovery, faith, and the longing to understand one’s purpose resonated so personally. The thought of being guided toward the light, toward our true selves, is something I’ll carry with me. Thank you for your vulnerability and for giving me a space to reflect on my own journey—your poem truly illuminated my heart.