Ocean II

ocean one

Boundless tides

Deep and vast

Piled breakers

Future and past

 

Breaks a wave

Crests the foam

Roars the tumult

Upward a single drop is thrown

 

It hangs in the air

For a single heartbeat’s time

A gleaming tale

Microcosmic rhyme

 

Then ’tis gone

In the space of a breath

The moment of its birth

Was the moment of its death

 

So tiny, so small

Yet how large the sea

My soul churns with the waves

The dancing water gems call out, beckon me

Aquatic Adventures

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words… I’ll not debate the accuracy or inaccuracy of that statement today, that’s an article for some other Monday. Today, I’d rather provide a 15,000 *harrumph-cough* word blog post on a recent trip to the Dallas World Aquarium. If you live close by, or happen at some point to be near the Dallas Fort Worth area, I’d say add the aquarium to your bucket list–you won’t regret it. The DWA is something like the TARDIS–rather smallish and unimpressive on the outside, but within… well, let’s just say they’re experts at maximizing space.

At any rate, here are a few photos from the aquatic adventure. The scope and beauty of God’s creation is truly stunning!

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An interesting fellow…

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Seahorses? No, more like seadragons.

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Fear the seadragon.

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Color and texture heaven.

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Sea turtle…

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There were flamingos as well.

PicMonkey Collage

Best buds.

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Glass-walker.

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Grrr…

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The mighty crocodile. Feeding time was an entertaining event.

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Aquarium? Yes, it really is.

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Sea anemone.

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Ditto.

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Shark tunnel, as viewed from above. Also known as, “The Human Exhibit.”

There Is an Ocean

Avila Beach, San Louis Obispo, California

Avila Beach, San Louis Obispo, California

There is an ocean

I’m standing on its shore

Without boundary or measure

After time and before

 

The waves lap my feet

And they call out to me

They speak of fathomless love

And undeserved mercy

 

I glance down at my grimy feet

And at my bloodstained hands

I’ve borne these wrongs for so long

Perhaps I should stay on the sand

 

What if the flood isn’t enough

What if the stains remain

How can I ever hope to be clean

Doubt weighs me down iron chains

 

But again lap the waves

Again beckons the flow

Again sings the flood

“Come, be washed pure as snow”

 

And the ocean waves

Are not a watery flood

The are scarlet red

The ocean is waves of blood

 

Can this blood heal my scars

Wash away every stain

Will I rise from the depths

Whole and sound again

 

Still the ocean calls

So I draw a deep breath

I walk down in the waves’ midst

And down to my death

 

For the flood washes me

Of all that is not clean

I died that day

No power—the past but a dream

 

But dear friend

It wasn’t the end

I live again

 

I am complete

No more do I sleep

Not glorified yet

But forever redeemed

Endure

Ocean Waves

“It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.” 
~  J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion  ~

Still wash the waves

Back to me

And to the shore

Where hope was moored

Still boils the brine

‘Neath oaken keel

In torrential course

With sovereign force

Still churns the change

To and fro

‘Gainst anchor stern

And will well learned

Castaway

Sometimes it seems like we’re all lost, one way or another. We’re all drifting, holding on to hope, and waiting rescue. We’re all lost and out of place. This poem is for the drifters, the ones borne by mountainous waves, and barely holding on. This poem is for you…

 

Castaway, out on the waves;

Treading water, all alone—where’s the boat?

Bobbing up, swimming round—keep your head up, else you’ll drown.

Wayward spar, drifting debris—to you a plank of hope.

 

Ahoy out there!

Away where the waves meet the sky—

Can you hear me?

Listen hard, receive my cry!

 

This water’s rather cold

And my limbs are growing weak;

A few more lonely hours

And I might drown beneath the sea.

 

Castaway

Floating away

Born by currents—

Let my rescue come this day.