My Ship To Sea!
To sea! –This Ship to sea! Her misty spray and heaving swells,
to her mirrored finish from winds which failed
vast, changing, enchanted, seas -swiftly sailed.
All salty, bitter, battered, brimming, brine
of all things vast, sky and sea, the Lord displays His majesty!
This vast emerald, embodied sea; keeper of time.
My sheet to hang for wind too find!
Of her brothers (lands and soils)
with mountain ranges vast and tall. Valleys
stretching far and far as man loves, hates, fights and toils -his greed
ending as sand, reclaiming, finding, falling, into salty seas to be.
Of voyages failed, lost, sunken ships unclaimed, un-tallies
her treasure chest she keeps, treasures deep, deeper, so deep
she guards it there in her depths to keep.
Hurricanes sling about her belt, ice draped about her poles
every extreme of time, space, sight, sound and depth
even more remains; unknown.
No flower blooms, its breath un-blown to fill a salty misty air--
no Hummingbird backs, bends or bows
she calls to hearts; hearts too hear, this sea, this sea forever there.
I pray for eyes to see, for souls so feel to care!
From far off, far distance candle lit towers of Spain
to looming mirage gifted, lifted isles of peace
all her treasures, bones, secrets, souls, ghost remain
as her power and magnificence increase.
Yet! All brave sailors voices ring o'er her wave –repeat, repeat!
If God is father, then mother this sea shall be.
To sea! To sea!–My Ship to sea!
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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