The Sea

The Sea

 

Joy comes in waves,

So too, does despair.

Mixed together

Everywhere.

 

It envelopes,

It moves along.

It’s wild.

It enfolds.

 

Through ages,

It keeps pressing.

Not deterred,

Aims for the shore.

 

There, it foams

In white puffs.

The pow’r behind

Has faithfully pushed.

 

He is there,

Creator of it all.

He sees,

He calls.

 

He longs

To take despair

And give joy

Unyielding in His care.

 

Calming the sea,

Waters He stills.

He’s listening,

Ask what you will.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

1/31/2024

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A beautiful poem of faith and hope Melinda. Happy Easter to you. All good wishes.

Chris

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading1 God bless you. Happy Resurrection Day!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Melinda 🌹