Waves


The
Sea waters,
Everchanging
And yet unchanged,
This mortal earth fades around
My soul, a long, slow decay of creation;
I would be free of this gentle death,
I would seek my peace upon the
Clean and shifting, bright
Sweet-shining all
Unchanging
Waves.

Men
Are blessed,
To escape this earth,
To live out their brief lives
Never seeing the death of their work.
Released from this world they lift away
Leaving their loves, their legacies;
To the creator who made them,
To rejoin him beyond the
Circle of this dying
Sea-washed
World.

Take
Me in upon
Your bosom, o Sea,
In every swell and fall
To cleanse from my soul
The feel of the dry dust beneath,
The ashen, crumbling remains of love.
Take me in, that I may find that
Peace of the waves in my
Eternity, a rythmic
Peace in living
Upon the
Sea


- Primula