Two ships sailed
on the emerald dress
of the great green Sea
unaware of each other
and totally confident
in where they were supposed to be.
But the silent Sea
and the whispering Wind,
in their sly snickering ways,
grew those little boats together
with the latent lulls
and the lazy laps
of gentle, cresting waves.
Mighty is the Sea
loving all things
in only the way
He understands it to be.
And she, the ship,
swarmed to my rowboat
like honey to a bee.
(I always thought it was the other way around
but the Sea didn't teach that to me.
What used to make me frown
makes me row now in a fashion thankfully.)
I'm learning you can't stop some things,
they're just meant to be.
I'm learning that everything
is in the grasp of the great green Sea.