NEVER CEASING
Never ceasing, ever pounding is the cold
restless sea,
Sometimes peaceful, sometimes wild but
always calling me,
For there seems a special bond, what it is
I do not know,
So maybe it is as well that down to the
seas I do not go.
The sea is like a lost child screaming out
in sad loneliness,
Or a lamenting lover as if great pain he
wants to confess.
The sea has it’s bounties of much food in
her great store,
And no one knows the riches that are found
on her floor.
When I go and gaze and see her restlessness
and it’s pain,
I am thankful for the peace I feel, the calm
I now obtain
By following the Master, for He can calm
the restless sea
With an outstretched hand, just like He so
kindly calmed me.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 May 2004