It's interesting to me.
who's life began in the hills,
that what calls now is the sea.
To calm stress which threatens to fill,
Every fiber within thee.
To hear the lapping of waves
As they rush upon the shore
Releasing the energy I crave
While spilling shells galore
Onto the sand of my nave.
Spiritual guidance in a world of hate,
The sea teaches of love and respect
Whilst the world delivers bait,
Fishing for those to inject
An earful of loathing to abominate.
The sea beckons forth
With gales and storms
Coming out of the north
And just as quickly returns to norm
Showing how quickly respect jumps forth.
Love too rises from the depths
Filling emotions which need rest.
And delivering a blow
To the shallowness of the world's jest
By covering the soul with devotion's flow.
"Come to me:, the sea whispers
"Lie down, be still, and dream
Let not the world stop you from being crisper
Take time to feel the son's beam
Look to love for it is more than a wisp"
In time the world regresses.
As fishermen set to sea
To fill oneself of progression
Now knowing one is free
From man's world of oppression.
For the water is life
The salt is preservation
The waves are movement
The shells are our old selves
The sea is our journey.
Yvonne C Parizo
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