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We Heard the Ocean Speak

I can go ahead and personify the ocean As this pen has been granted the poetic license To carve a soul from a still object- And make the ocean take the form of man. The soft sand shaking forth beneath our feet The sweet salty smell of the ocean- Caresses our nostril to the presence of nature As we watch the image unfold- Of such huge expanse of water with ships lacing its trails. So the sun came right above the sky Embracing us with his scorching arms Sending waves of heat upon the earth- As we scamper to find a shade to rest our legs. So we watched the waves wash the sea up the sand And watched as half naked men dive headlong into the sea And there by the shore some set their dice to roll upon the sand. Just you and me; we watched as the day sailed by And beggars raised their hands for token- And little unfortunate boys walked hungrily behind their mothers. Together we heard it speak, As it tells us of how beautiful life is, And how tumultuous the world could be, So we should expect it. It speaks to us about the joy that abound When two people confide in the other, So we should embrace it. It speaks to us of how marvelous God is; So we should seek Him. Let’s bury our worries in the sand of yesterday As the ocean speaks to us- Of men who have been lost in the wind of vain And of people staggering effortlessly in chain. Man is history; just a filament of a story. We heard the ocean speak, So beautiful and terrifying, We heard it shriek.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/13/2012 10:46:00 AM
hey i love your been natural and i assure that alone will take you soaring
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Date: 3/20/2012 9:11:00 AM
Thank you for adding your spices to the soup today Muyideen. I am enjoying reading all the appetizing poetry posted here today. Have a wonderful week. May inspiration hit the tip of your pen and never let go. Love, Carol
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