LOVE FOR THE SEA.
I hear the slapping of the rising sea
Along the jagged sea-shore,
The roar of the surf at day’s end.
The moon’s gravity pulls the water and
Seeks to control the power of the tide.
I imagine wading into the riptide,
Feeling the water tear at my body,
Knowing I tight-rope a fine line
Between life and death in the current
While my fate hangs in the balance.
My love of the infinite sea,
Has blinded me to its many perils.
I wait with eager anticipation
For the incoming tide.
Moonlight stimulates my senses.
The salt water of the tide touches me
And kisses my face in the sea’s mist.
My arms embrace the sea like a lover,
And my body is rocked in the
Coming and the going of the water.
Those who love the immensity of the sea
Understand the power of the tide
That pulls the sailor’s heartstrings to return
To the open water, sun, and sky,
To become one with God who created it all.