Fierceness of the Sea

9/4/07

I did not dread the fierceness of the sea

Whose riptide dragged and inundated me

And held me in the slough of giant waves

That lure the fearless youthful to their graves.

I lay upon my back, battered and torn

And thought I might not see another morn

But there came on me a sudden vast of peace.

No longer did I fight for vain release

But as the swelling surge upon me crashed

I rose and sank as if a being lashed

To the deck of a ghostly ship in a violent gale

And felt the life-force in me start to fail.

With my last breath I softly called to Her,

"Mother, if now my end is near I offer,

Commend this soul throughout all time to Thee."

And then the surfers came and rescued me.