Trials of the Sea

A scenic blue are ocean’s crested waves with tufts of white that spill in feathered sprays amidst the troughs and valleys of the sea. Will time or tempest bring God back to me? Horizons hold no hint of land or line to separate the sea from the divine; just miles of ragged waves that sway and dip like drunken wains with surges of my ship. I come alone upon a summer’s morn to ride with tide and purpose where I’m borne, to meet the sea at last on my own terms, where poetry and savagery affirms. No longer will I be the willing slave. I’ll seize the day and vow that I’ll be brave and know with salt and spray, I’ll come alive, compelled by fate to awaken and survive. I’ll listen for the seagulls in their play while they send raucous greetings to the day. All boasts of man the mighty sea dispels like diamonds that sparkle on the swells. No person lives who can command earth’s sea; for it commands for all eternity. All wagers with the fickle sea are fraught with perils for each rough-hewn boat or yacht. Brave fools with consternation venture out; though hearts may pound and minds be full of doubt. They promise to their god, they’ll be reborn and keep the tryst that they had once forsworn. Through life’s adventures we are filled with woes, yet still set sail to where the sunset goes. From heaven and the ancient deep, we’re barred; while dreams peek through the portals, dimly-starred. It is a fool who names fate’s course their own. All folks set sail with winds and tides they're shown. I’ll seek this blessed rage of order, quite composed with all my inner demons now exposed.