15 - APR - 2007
Thither beckons sea,
“Do come hither son, wont thee?”
How could I say no?
Bound I am in comb.
Let me out of thy land-womb!
Mother! Set me free!
We mariners sailed.
“Wind taketh yonder”, we hailed,
“Horizon we’ll reach!”.
We rode on her crests.
New born hugging mother’s breasts!
She giveth us love!
In depths, we lost hopes.
So dark! Even sun there gropes!
God! Giveth us light!
He showed us anger!
Such fulgent flash, then thunder!
Him, we dare not cross!
Yet Father he is,
He glowers now, but he’ll kiss!
On shall pass tempest.
Ye be true sailor.
Thence Sea shall reward valour.
Rich shall ye retire!
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