Constantly,
Relentlessly,
Ever thrashing against the shore,
Perpetual motion
But what lies upon it's floor?
Perhaps, the remains of an old salt
Who sails no more,
A grandfather instructing
A young one how to sail and fish,
Teaching survival skills
That will help fill a dish,
A valuable lesson in patience,
Good things come to those who wait,
You have provided us today
With more than enough to fill our plates,
All praise is due to the Creator
Who fashioned and sustains
The sea and all that it contains…
The one who created the sky and clouds
And sent down the rain.
By,
