The Ocean

The same ocean Different forms Sometimes silent, sometimes violent When will overflow, when remain stagnant When tides occur, when privation When benediction, when destruction Fog when fills everywhere Silver oceans and white skies Merge together into one whole No solid differentiation As humans standing in a map Appear the same Regardless sex, caste, class, creed Tumultuous battle As if seeks liberation From some predestined curse But yet is bound And will remain in bondage eternally Natural white foams scattered everywhere Even where eyes cannot reach Untaught, joyful, ecstatic play Is it the same ‘He’ who created An ocean and a grass? THE OCEAN WRITTEN FOR THE MEMBER CONTEST LOVE FOR THE OCEAN SPONSORED BY LAURA MCKENZIE