Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The Sea


There is a miracle in the endless sea
and its sojourn to the infinite sky.
Its progeny the sand and the shells.
Just begin to count them
and you will dwell in the miracle,
surely you will.

How does the sea know when it has
reached the shore, and where to
deliver its treaures?
Where do the waves go when
they touch the land?

You may abandon the sea
and travel in a homeward direction,
but when you return
on a luminous and lovely day
it is God you will see
in the iridescent water.

It is God you will hear
in the symphony of the waves.
Look outward and find Him.
The sea never left you
it was, and always will be there
waiting for your return.

4 comments:

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

That last stanza is superb in the way it compares the eternity of the sea to God.

Foster Communications said...

Nice. You paint the picture well!

Greg C said...

I love poetry about the sea. The picture is an added bonus. Nice work.

Kathiesbirds said...

I like the questions in this poem. I like the sea. I like the poem.