Genesis

Genesis

On the first day

God created the ocean

so vast

she covered the whole earth

in a lullaby

of whispered waves

quenching the thirst

of Adam’s throat,

she was thanked

for the elegance

with which her soft heart

flowed through his hands,

how her eyes danced

to the timing of the sun’s rays,

how she held up the weight

of gravity.

Her innocence and beauty

striking

the creativity

of the artist’s brushstroke

and the writer’s myths of the sea,

how Neptune

claimed rule

over her currents

like something so wild and magical

could ever be harnessed

or the depths

of her labyrinth

known even to the Divine,

her full Being a shrine

to the thousands of species

she had blessed with life,

before Man dumped his waste

and expected her grace.

Threaten her children

and she’ll invade the land

till the transgressors

sink through her quicksand

and fishing boats drown

and even the saintly go down,

their prayers bloated

and turned upside-down,

where is their ‘god’,

to save them now?

Bow

as the tsunami she sends

destroys everything

Man so painstakingly built

as they wish

their gods of old

instead of marking the waters

as their own

had revised their views

and trained the nations

to respect her too

for every act

against that

which they do not understand

stands no chance

against a woman restrained,

whose powers

have been falsely named

from day one

as for Man made.

Paramitas

Paramitas

The tide continues its motion
lapping the broken shores in a peaceful sigh of relief
after holding its breath for so long.

You recall the beach by your childhood home
spending hours pondering what treasures lay
on other shores
how desperately you wanted to believe
in a world away from those bricks and walls
which built that house and then trapped you inside it.

You recall the beaches in foreign countries
you had the honour of gracing.
How you remembered that first beach
and realised you had made it.
You are still making it.

No matter where you are in the world
the water always finds its way to you.
It endures the earth’s currents
to reach the ground your feet are stood upon.
It’s about the long fight.
And if the ocean can find a way to touch you
and at every opportunity longs to dip your feet in its brilliance
you can get out of bed and exist today.