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Christian Sea Poems | Christian Poems About Sea

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Details | Rhyme | |

Home Harbor

Beyond this space called here and now where hopes are often lost;
Across the seething sea of time where dreams are tempest tossed,
There lies a haven well desired to gain at any cost;
To lie at anchor there will be worth all the waters crossed.

The port is gained by following a narrow path, we know.
Many ships have run aground on reefs of sin and woe.
Sound the waves and fathom out the deeps that lie below,
And guide your ship to safety, watching ever for the foe.

In that haven time will cease; the sea shall be as glass,
And all the evils known to man will in the depths be cast.
No parting and no weeping, heartaches, too, will pass
For joy will reign on every ship whose tow line is made fast.

Put forth all effort, then, to reach that harbor through the foam;
Cease seeking for the pleasure isles that call the soul to roam.
Mark the charts with vision clear by heaven's starry dome;
Make Christ your helmsman; through thickest fog He made that harbor home.


Details | Ballade | |

Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      


Details | Pastoral | |

The Crystal Sea

Within the bounds of heaven is a mighty sea. 
It has no boundaries.
It goes on for infinity.
Its crystalline surface is like a million tiny mirrors looking back at me.
Enraptured by this fairy tale like body of water and its properties.

Its chemistry cannot be cataloged.
Its elements are unforeseen anywhere else in the entire galaxy.
It is a pure and holy extension of the waters of the throne room of Jehovah.
Its gates are opened every once in a million years to cleanse the earth. 

The waves of this sea brings a calm to me.
Like the mighty rushing waters in the heart of my King!
Cascading currents of peace. 
Peace and calm.
Calm and peace.

Rhythmic waves that dance and carry healing to all those who seek it through the King.
Come to the waters of Mighty Jehovah.
Come to the waters and splash and sing! 
Sing praises to the King of the Universe! 
To the King of Everything!
Come and Sing at the edge of the Crystal sea!

Gwendolen Rix
2-21-15



Details | Narrative | |

Amid the Sea

Alone on an island far and free,
Life survives amid the sea. 
Neither wind nor swirling sand can tempt,
Life from its heavenly tent.

No life is safer no joy more complete
Than be from beneath the tempter’s feet. 
Hunger and thirst entice the soul 
Within the flesh they quickly grow.

The scourging wind, and blistering sun 
Rake the skin and sear the tongue. 
Death’s hovering flight prowls the day 
And chill of night.

As steps become weaker 
And drag in the sand,
Whispers of hope lend forth a hand;
“Where dwells salvation swells from a Spring; 
Therein is safety and pastures of green.”

 


Details | Tanka | |

petrel

     petrel skims surface

of the waves of this grey sea:

      named after Peter

   who was by a bluer sea

except on that day of storm