Upon This Rock
Hard bones rise from edges of the sea,
slippery descending walls of stone,
smooth, rounded, grooved
refuge for tenacious life,
underestimated by iron hulls
wrecked upon them,
by waves of centuries
smashed upon them,
they rise, skeleton of the world
at low tide.
Not cultures, nor cities
in all their fine millenia
sail through them undestroyed.
What countless waves,
scouring sand,
wear of weakness away,
leave sculpted bones
skeleton of one unchanging,
original word.
posted by c van gorkom poetry @ 9:07 PM
2 comments
2 Comments:
I had to read this through a couple of times before I was able to perceive the deeper Christological meaning. Very nice.
Charlie have you read, Sea Edge by W. Phillp Keller?
He has a way of taking the lessons he learned from the sea and compare them with his Christian walk.
From what I can gather as I read he lived on Vancouver Island when he wrote this book or off the coast of California...
I am being called back to the ocean...I told Murray we need to go the coast this spring...the ocean is calling my soul home. I must have a lesson to learn...
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