“Hidden Sanctuary” Coquille Point

Ancient doorways welcome all 

Into their hidden sanctuaries. 

Every stone is an altar. 

Every wave is a hymn. 

Bathed in light 

I stand alongside my fellow pilgrims

Hermit Crab, Starfish, and the Sun. 

In silent reverence, we offer our evening prayers

Then continue on our journey again. 

Poem By Kathryn Ann Myers