The Sea

I don’t often preface or intentionally provide a context for the poems that I write because, if somebody else gets something out of it that is meaningful to them, I don’t want to get in the way of that. However, this one addresses an issue that affects, whether they know it or not, every person that I come into contact with in my life: my inability to measure up and be the person that I know I should be. Too often my own shallow and self-serving whims take precedence over the very real and weighted needs and desires of those around me. It is a disparity that I fail to bridge on a daily basis.  My prayer is that others around me can know love through me, despite me.

 

The Sea

 

Like boats traveling

In opposite

Directions on the

Ocean’s surface

Notions and footfalls

Are too often

Strangers who seldom

If ever meet

My sympathies and

My ideals at war

With lust

Mere hunger

And gravity

Abandoned on a shore

Leaving me

On the other side

Of Your calmed sea

Please reach over

And pull me out

Upon the placid

Surface to walk

With you syncing

My footsteps

With my heart

And my soul

With yours

By grace

In a journey

Of purpose

Across