Barmouth in the county of Gwynedd, North-West Wales was our destination yesterday. The day was relatively dry and bright, a surprise but not unwelcome. The resulting photographs captured the solitude of numerous sentinels lining the beach, and I thought what homage could be paid to these lonely guardians of the shore?
They stand year after year, pushing back the relentless power of the waters of birth and death. For that is the nature of the Elemental power of Water against the Elemental power of Earth. Seashores are places infused with strong emotions, they stir the chalice within, fish out aspects of our lives and offer them as sacred repasts.
These groynes, weathered corpses almost, endeavour to hold back a mighty power, but their valiant efforts cannot stop the inevitable march of life, change and growth. They should at least be accorded respect and their efforts acknowledged.
Here then is my non-poem as an offering to their spirits:
Incense do I offer you faithful Sentinels, Guardians of shores ancient,
Resilient, even to the end but your salt weathered bodies shall neither wither,
Nor crumble into dust without mourning, without words of remembrance, and without words of thanks.
We wait on the shore, offer flowers and wine to the departed, sing songs of times past,
Of heroic acts undertaken, of life lived long and times ephemeral.
Mor, Great goddess of Sun and Sea, hear their cries, for guidance through the dark paths of death beyond life.
Embrace each spirit, take them into your heart, bury deep with the depths,
And usher in a sleep of waiting, and rebirth certain.
May we then part in peace and love.