The Italians call it “Voce del Mare” or the Voice of the Sea. I suppose everyone who comes to an island listens to the voice of the sea, recognizes the changing tone, the altered pitch, the varying frequency. As I walk along the shore or wade in the foam, I wonder about the voice and what it says to me. Perhaps God speaks to me also through the sea, reminding me of his constancy and power. The waves may lap gently or may rush in surges, but always they move toward the land, faithful in their approach. Perhaps in the voice of the sea I can recognize and accept that I am always walking in God’s presence, his guidance and help washing over me. Thank you, Lord, for letting me hear you in the voice of the sea, recognizing always your nearness. Amen.