The Ocean mighty
The seawall constructed
in the wake of Jesus' flooding
has nothing carved in its steep,
bleached stones concerning the Ocean,
the legacy of His landlocked lovers -
clamoring to be dunked
like laundry in the nearby roil,
absolution rather than dissolution,
clinging, humble and determined,
to the familiar, bulwarked shore.
What holds us back is the faintest notion
we could never be,
nor could we ever have been
the Ocean mighty -
pure love, pure God ourselves,
deserving of our triumphant return -
assimilated, dispersed and lost
amid Its infinite holy Essence.
O child of God, true humility is plumbing
the ageless mystery of Who you really are.