The sea calls to me with her calming power
this most unforgiving body of hues of blue
is most gentle in the time of grievous need.
Cleansing the mind with the sounds of the surf
attuning the senses with aromatic delight
serenading with the melodies of gulls
the caress of the waves removes all debris
and my heart is once again free and pure.
I follow the path where sandpipers played
discovering a heretofore unseen shell
put it to my ear and hear the call of distant shores
ruled by her, my mother, the magnificent sea
who acknowledges all as her children.
The time will come that I will not leave here
on these hills of water what remains shall be set free
tis then I shall follow her lead and travel on
through the vast dimensions of this, her realm.
For now I am content to partake of this gift
the wonder she so generously bestows
this supremacy of nature we mortals call the sea.
© Marcia Miller Twiford
I gave to her a little over thirty years, and like a reluctant lover that are force to go, she never are far away, because I live by the sea, to look and hear my lover now and then.
Sublime poem!
Georg
Love,
Linda
Ted
With Love,
Cindy
The ebb of peace flows in these beautiful lines - so relaxing, your words. Thank you, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The sea of life in the hollows of mother earth hands, how beautiful, you just took me on a very beautiful journey to the shore, thank you for the wonderful uplift, I can hear the seagulls this moment.
Blessings! Jasmin Horst