THE SEA CHANGE - William Cecil Poems

 
 

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THE SEA CHANGE

Lost in the crenellations of the sea wave
A shell, a limpet, hugs the graining sand
Passive, quiet, with bent and covered head,
Enduring all. Beneath the tough rim, blind.

I take it in my hand, not grabbing, stroking,
The tale of tumultuous and terrible seas
Etched on its back, the ministry of water
Leaving impressions where the heart had faltered.

Your modest hum, your humble introversion,
Denies at root the need for soul's exertion,
My eye is clear, said this returning wraith,
To make and trust, above all, live in faith.

And hope that He who tamed the seas,
Will conquer hell, until at last it freeze.