My God is like
an ocean.
Build your
house near him
And be
prepared for the flood
That sweeps
over you
With force
and power.
It destroys
those with no firm foundation,
Clears lands
and challenges life.
Currents
that can sweep away or lift up.
Be refreshed
by the coolness of its waters.
Wait for the
treasures its high tide leaves behind.
Lie beside on
its sandy beaches and listen to the noise it makes.
Sometimes
loud and crashing like symbols on the shore,
Sometimes
soft with waves,
Sometimes
silent;
The voice of
the deep, wide, ocean.
None can
deny its saltiness.
It stings
those with broken flesh.
It is breath
for those who live within its watery walls.
And those
who have seen it will never forget,
My God is an
ocean.
