I feel sad, and it feels so helpless to me So little to do about the monsters of the sea They go north, then south; east, then west No one can steer them or bring them to rest So they go on to wreck and ruin, pour and blow, until the water ways are filled from their flow They have eyes but see not, but they sense their source of energy Their source is demished at landfall; so they start to cease their activity Their fuel is supplied by the warm waters of the sea Perhaps they themselves long for the day to be set free They stretch us to the max, thereby making us better They batter and bruise us, but their storms we manage to weather They must be respected, but we need never to be terrified by them We are not alone in this world; we are cared for and protected by HIM I suppose for survival, the fish of the sea finds pathways to go deeper I pray that our love for God and for each other will also grow deeper 09092017 PS
skipped rocks through a stream today the opening of a brand new day its frame is in minor decay the bleached wood massed in bone piles, we pulled it from dark beach and built fire in a fenced clearing the
Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
Everything we know, or think we know, comes from an infinitesimal speck of time and space. “Important” people, just random specks of insignificance. Nothing more than Sea Monkeys, fluttering around Sea Monkey world. Everything spoken as truth only reinforces ignorance.