The sea is not calm today.
A fresh south-westerly breeze has blown
Over a hundred Atlantic miles of Ocean,
Ripples making wavelets making waves
making bigger as the swell comes in
Crashing onto rocks that would stand imperious
Spilling and boiling, plunging and surging
Wave after wave, persistent, continuous.
The left bishop light stands up, stands out
Marking the way, warning the stray,
To stay away, keep away, from Hell Bay.
One Matthew in awe watched waves stilled
Another saw ebb as the drowning of faith
But the waves keep coming – keep flowing
And faith did not drown – it lives, it breathes
And the rocks keep standing, keep withstanding
But the incessant waves probing, eroding,
Dissolving, wearing – will win, will always win.
The wind moved upon the face of the waters
And there was light and there was land
And there was life and there was rest.
And the wind still moves, the waves still fanned
The sea is not calm
There is power, there is peril, there is purpose,
Shall I stand in the way, or walk in The Way.
Today.
Raymond