LISTEN TO THE OCEAN

Listen to the ocean; she’s waking,

Whispering her greeting to the primeval dawn that breaks over her dark deep;

She dances with joy, her breast swelling with the hope of innumerable creatures

Alive with the new life that shivers through their myriad shapes and forms,

Singing a universal symphony of praise with the heavens,

Greeting their Creator.

Listen to the ocean; she’s thundering,

Her waves beating in time to the heartbeat of an enraged God;

Men have sealed their doom; the shattered flesh of creation’s crown floats helplessly in death;

A single sturdy craft tossing on the storm, sheltering a fragile thread of life,

Breathes hope of a better race of men and creatures

To greet their Creator once again.

Listen to the ocean; she’s sighing,

Restlessly surging in grief, for men have not learned the lesson of the past;

Their evil hearts care nothing for the cradle that nourishes and nurtures

The intricate web of life her shining surface hides.

They plunder and pollute at will, thinking her nothing but a depot or dump for their greed,

Heeding not their Creator’s plan. 

Listen to the ocean; she’s rising,

The heat of her passion melting snows and floes, the great glaciers of her poles

Slipping, sliding, plunging into her sullen depths, dying in her murky brine at men’s hands;

The men whom Creator God chose to be His partners, have long turned traitor,

Spitting in the face of the One who embraced them

And oceans weep with Him.

Listen to the ocean; she’s resting,

Her great struggle over, she lies quietly at her Maker’s feet,

Silent and still in her submission to His command;

She still reflects His mood, for in some mysterious way she is His face

As the face of one who gazes into a silent pool – and sees himself,   

And she is satisfied…

For she has told His story.