THE SEA * I love the sound of breaking waves – it’s my soul it satisfies. The sea runs relentlessly - pushing in the ocean’s tides. The rhythmic sound takes away - anxiety that life has given me. The empty sea is peace to me – and makes life what it ought to be. Oh – my time on the sunless sea is something grand to me. One cannot be angry - troubled – or alone - on a wide-open sea. It’s lovely listening to the chorus of the ocean’s whispering voices. The secrets of sins past - filter up - with all its scandalous choices. I take the wings of the morning sun – yet remain at sea with pride. The wind blows – my little boat rolls - with the changing of the tide. The seas are powerfully made – I need not know the reason why. I share a savage - holy place – and the gods above have no reply. Long ago the oceans parted – bringing forth the natural land. Now – there’s walls and towers fencing in the earthen sand. Boyd Cooper M.D.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 23:17:51 +0000
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