Ocean of Easter

No poetry I write can quite
do You justice, since these
fractured, fumbling words are
but drippings of my soul from
heart to hand to page.

You speak and I fly;
You turn away and I fall.
I am between sky and sea as
You suckle me with Your
seeing me now,
not now, now.

But always You arrest me,
attesting to Your quest to
raise me, amazing me
as I envisage Your angels
sliding across my heart; and
Your graces probing me.
I am at sea In You:
Ocean of Easter.

2 thoughts on “Ocean of Easter

  1. shoreacres says:

    Look at that new background photo; spring seems to have sprung in your world, at last!

    I love the image of Easter as an ocean, and all the associated images it raises of sailing, freedom, and buoyancy. This is an immensely cheering poem.

    • agjorgenson says:

      I’m glad to know that you found some joy in the poem and the photo. My wife love pansies. When we lived in Alberta, pansies were a summer flower. It is so fun, now, to enjoy them in spring. They are so hardy. it made me wonder how the word “pansy” became associated with being weak – at least that was a usage when I was young.

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