Worship

The sea flowing In low speed Into the open ocean That never gets drunk Or satiated drinking The natural salt. The sea dancing In undulating meander To unheard numbers With varying emotions Hot when angered Sinking high tech ships To drown life vested crew. Cool when pleased Allowing a vulnerable canoe To row with ease Sparing its helpless paddler. See the sea Breathing the sea breezes To soothe the atmosphere. They say it had been Even before our births. Carrying the glory Of the sun And moon daily and nightly Respectively How it stands glorious Enough for a deity. Yet that would Incur for men, The wrath of Jealous.