Mystery Ocean
MYSTERY OCEAN
The soft arms, the caring eyes - it’s easily possible
To find something of you that is tangible.
In an ocean unknowably deep and vast
Sailors will find a rock to make fast.
Over the years together I call to mind
How your main feature is just being kind:
You’re a teacher, or a mother,
Or a friend, or a counsellor,
And people who know you think that’s clear -
And of course you are all these things dear;
But not everybody seems to get the subtlety
That you are the touchstone of empathy -
Concerned with everybody’s trouble
Yet never intrusive or forceful.
The ocean’s power is vastly more than that of a rock -
A boat plunging in the sea can barely measure its stock.
Your vessel is filled to overflowing with a generosity rare:
Everything you do for another is with care,
Done as if for yourself.
Truth is, I don’t always get it myself,
And sometimes I just can’t figure you out;
But I know something’s there and worth searching about
For you speak the truth in every way
And always mean just what you say.
With a sense of love, justice, and purpose that sails
Through the darkest wave-tossed gales.
But even that doen’t cover it complete.
Your laughter light, and sense of adventure sweet,
Is an ocean of porpoise and dolphins
With splashing tails and tall proud fins,
Leaping ahead of my plunging boat’s prow,
Diving to depth I never quite plumb somehow.
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