Of Boats and Seas

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If I were a boat, and you the seas,

I’d hoist my sail and let the breeze

Bear me ever homeward bound,

Within your harbour, safe and sound;

And if a storm should cause dismay

With roaring gale and stinging spray,

You’d take the wheel, your waves escort

My shaking hull to safer port.

Midst unknown anchorage, should I

Dismiss my destiny, my why,

You’d paint my name upon my deck

In sea-foam green, lest I forget

That I am one with deeper swells,

With azure waves, and sea-carved shells,

With pirate kings, and mermaid songs;

For in your arms, my sail belongs.

 

Hope Unfolds

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Hope unfolds, a wrinkle in time,

boutonniere in a funeral pocket.

It whispers to the weary

when gale-force winds shout,

yet its stir conquers kingdoms

and uproots emperors,

one pale pink petal at a

time. Hope is one drop

of one wave of one ocean,

yet it carves out its allotment

of the shoreline with a steady

hand. It dares to grasp the moon,

sleep with stars, paint the

Sistine Chapel, bow at the throne

of heaven, bloom on a cursed earth.

Hope is the candle in the window

to call its sons home…

Reason Swirls

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Reason swirls in

rippled tidal waves,

schools of thought

propelled along rip tides of random compulsion;

Mind must master momentum

or be dragged to Davy Jones’ locker,

misled by swanky salesmen.

Lies ring true when artificial authenticity

sweeps senses out to sea,

when truth is misplaced

on the shelf next to pulp fiction.

The undiscerning dragnet

will troll for all species indiscriminately;

not every fish is worth the fry.

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‘…take captive every thought…’

Catching the Waves

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I and my board on a frozen sea,

catching the waves waving back at me,

suspended in time with my lens as we

capture each drifting curl.

Prairie is still with the shell’s great roar,

diving in deep to experience the more,

ocean’s delights on a landlocked shore,

watching each crest unfurl.

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I so love the sea – and literally live 1,000 miles away from the nearest, so any time I can take a mental beach break, I do!  

I’m Diving In

Rose of Sharon,

Your Beauty bleeds.

Layer upon layer, I prod and seek,

and as my vision

adjusts, I perceive.

Petals open and invite.

I see a delicate strength

wrapped in Glory,

enveloped in Mercy,

perfumed with Majesty,

lit with Love,

and I am lost,

drowning in a rose-scented sea,

drawn like an arrow

to the target of Your Heart.

I must have You.

I must find You,

breathe You in,

swim in Your ocean,

wrap myself in your skin.

I ‘m diving in, Lord –

catch me…

As Pounds the Surf…

I love the ocean.  I love its proportion, its perspective, its presence.

Its raw power…

“But mightier than the violent raging of the seas, mightier than the breakers on the shore – the Lord above is mightier than these!” Psalm 93:4 NLT

And that, my friend, is beautiful…