the ocean wave has carried us…

the ocean wave has carried us into your presence;
our helplessness promises love’s renascence.

we can’t see you, but we feel your furious mood:
the grace and blast of great spirit has condensed.

violent rain pounds the angry rolling horizon;
we are lost in our tossing boat without defense.

our blood throbs with a rocking sea borne motion,
our still brain has been beaten into common sense:

there is no god but god, and he is the lord of death:
we raise our hands in praise of the raw and immense.

our aching eyes have been purified by your salt;
the courageous heart is washed clean of all pretense.

with each breath we die to the succession of the next;
darvish cries like a bawling baby in consequence.




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