Waves of hypothesis are meant and yet to come
as sand and sea bereft the melting scarlet sun.
Ocean moves its gigantic form to one man's test
as currents crawl then rise with ever seeking quest.
A man as grain of sand to the almighty sea
leans to a boundless haunting mass of energy.
He points hypnotic torch to glean on land and tide
as light skims and skips to traverse a furrow wide.
In glint of sand and new found light he then follows
as water eddies with questions of tomorrows.
Each step he makes to protect pastel pearl sea shells;
gulls swoop and call sky high like a town crier tells.
Behold, a sandcastle shoots sparks of stars cascades
to dolphins' lunges as waterfall's laughter plays.
A mermaid then flips her sheen of hair while plunging
in and out of furrow, rhyme and reason coming.
Yet, sandcastle's pinnacle is a shroud of mist.
has Neptune's inspiration and ideals kissed his
Sponge lips of mystical enlightenment before?
only he can open his secret sea-sealed door.
Patience tests a key of time and perfect turning
there sits a note that requires his discerning.
"Scoop up sand to then sift it slowly through your hands
"to see what happens when the grains then stick or land.
Some land as a pile of your lifetime's memory
to show your time on earth in sand and sun and sea.
Others linger and stick like seaweed washed to shore,
gifts and talents you bring to give to rich or poor."
"Profound energy patterns have evolved your soul
as the stormy seas have challenged your sail boat's goal.
Use your log book to push your pen to day's givings
record your highest rides and your sad misgivings."
"When your log is taught to mermaids of the fishes
you know to give you get deepest ocean wishes.
Around soon comes back in circumnavigation,
such a simple law of love for all of God's creation."
"When days are shadows of a half-forgotten shore
and sandcastles are footprints to ne're walk no more.
Sail on rainbow's curve with a bucketful of sand
as ropes pull deep in your heart God will take your hand."
Karin Anderson copyright 2010
all Right's Reserved.
a wonderful, spiritual write, with such ease of flow, alliteration, carefully chosen words to sketch images that draw one instantly into the content, asking for more. Really Karin One reading of your poems is never enough to fully enjoy the beauty, diction and gently woven images with a message. Hereis a profound message of living, loving, faith, surrender. My eyes are misty especially after reading the closing lines. Third time, I read the poem aloud to myself, for this is one poem that is meant to be performed and recited. thanks Karin for sharing such a wonderful poem