As I Cross This Ocean Deep

As I cross this ocean deep where secrets keep,
My fair soul sends forth its prayer so very bare,
And naked I stand before the band of angels,
Aware of weakness of flesh, with fresh songs
So melodious and filled with love from above;
Ah! But can I sing with them and bring peace
To my spirit so troubled within me in serenity,
While the waves come higher quenching fire
In my heart, taking the better part of my self
Into watery caverns buried beneath the water?
And when shall I reach the coastline of glory?
When shall I sit in peace to tell my paltry story?
When shall I walk the distant shore in peace
With new lease on life – new, abundant life –
Given to me as gift as I lift my hands to heaven?
Ah! I cross this ocean deep where secrets keep,
And in this journey grow into brand new birth
For all that I might be worth on the other side;
So, dear Lord, help me on board this regal ship
Not to slip in despair, knowing you will repair
As you lay this my heart bare without one tear,
And so I shall yet be all that is meant for me . . .

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An Octave on Love

An eagle flies high in the sky,
And the grand mountains cry goodbye
As valleys low begin to sigh,
And your great love will never die

As surely as the river flows
Into the ocean deep below,
There will be seeds of love to sow,
And rains of peace will make them grow

Swim the Cerulean Sky

You give me wings to fly high into the sky
And coax me to try but I deny that I can take flight
And in fright stay perched upon my rock;
I will not stray even on this bright, sunny day,
So no wonder you cry that I would lie
And deny myself such unbridled pleasure,
Swimming through treasures in azure heavens
Leavened with love and grace so far above earth,
And you tell me my worth is more than granite,
That I should not allow this planet
To hold me down tight like a magnet . . .

You tell me if I am ready and steady enough
To swim in the deep blue sea with such glee,
Then I should not fear to soar above earthen floor;
It’s like walking through a door, so you say,
And as easy as it is to play, if only I would lay down
My fear, lift up my arms and pray . . . I will not drown
In the clouds any more than in the saltwater sea,
And I know there is nothing to fear with you so near,
So why do I hesitate as if you would bait me
Into doing something I would certainly hate?

Still, you look at me with compassion
In loving fashion fueled by passion . . .

And my heart is not proud, nor my eyes lifted high,
And though my sigh must discourage you, I do try
To understand the wonders you graciously unfold
And rest in quiet calm as you apply a healing balm,
So soon all worry will disappear,
And yet there is no need to hurry
As you look at me with compassion
In loving fashion fueled by passion . . .

My eyes run over the wings you’ve given me to fly
And I tell myself that maybe I’ll try . . . maybe try



Note: Originally published in October 2016

Sailing the Storm . . . Home

We ride on the storm waves to brighter days and better ways;
This ship will not capsize on these seas as we claim our prize!
And the Captain is a sure and steady hand with a band
Of experienced sailors tailor-made for such a journey!
We will reach the distant shore with persistent determination,
And dock in safe bay at the break of day, the yawn of new dawn,
And this wandering band shall take to new land of new promise
With incitement of fresh excitement in discovery of new country
Unsettled and untainted, with assurety of purity and serenity,
And here we will take our place and make our home in peace
With new lease on life not rife with any pain and ill-sought gain
Yes . . .
We ride on the storm waves to brighter days and better ways . . .

Sail Away, Return

Ah, you had to sail away that day, I know;
I was there at the bay to say fare-thee-well
With all of the others watching you board,
But with no lack of enthusiasm
You granted you would be back,
Yet tears still freely flowed as you set sail
In your great galleon, mighty sea stallion,
Off toward far horizon . . .
Oh, and it has been many long years now
And hear little talk of your return
As people balk at the very notion,
But I know and so I set my eyes each day
Upon the horizon as I meditate at the bay,
And here I’ll stay as this has been my way
For days upon days because I do know
You will show your beautiful face again,
For just as surely as you had to sail away,
So it is as certain that you will return . . .
One day, my Love, one brightly lit day!

Sailing the Deep Soul Sea II

And so without fail we now sail out into the ocean
With joyful shout and no doubt to load our boat,
Our route to an everlasting destination
Without hesitation nor any reservation

And you feed and lead me away from my destruction
Without need for any instruction and no obstruction

You guide our craft as we slide over the deep blue,
Our direction straight and true, reflection of light
From the bright sun above, distant lands in sight;
And do you dare me to strip bare and take my dip?
You stare at me knowing with easy wind blowing

There is something there – rushing and brushing –
Something well-worth touching without clutching,
Something to nurture my newest birth with mirth,
Something alive upon which to thrive,
So in such soft voice you bid me dive,
Piercing me with your emerald eyes,
And slowly, surely my resistance dies,
And my cries turn to shouts of glee to be so free . . .

And will my plunge expunge the poison in my veins?
Ah! Will I be plunging into you in this the deep blue?



Note: This is the second part to “Sailing the Deep Soul Sea (Recast).” First published in October 2016 this poem and its first part represent a personal, mystical-spiritual journey within the broad tradition of the Christian faith.

Sailing the Deep Soul Sea (Recast)

Take me out of my marshy lagoon at high noon
To sail the wide open azure sea; I want to be free

Through the narrow opening where the sparrow flies
Guide me before my soul dies in this concavity of lies

It is a galleon, this ocean stallion of my salvation
Yet uncertain for the duration of this journey
But fascination draws me into an ocean
Without limitation and far away from
My swampy bay of self-damnation

Off the brackish shelf and out from myself
Into the soul of heaven without digression
Nor concession, an expression of freedom
Let me make my confession in procession
Into heart liberty with no more discretion

Oh, sail me now into the keep of mystical deep
Where lays life unknown, blown by your breath
Away from my groans alone in this secluded bay
Out into the bright, numinous light of day to stay
Never to return to my bay
Never to stray from glory . . .

Through the narrow opening where the sparrow flies
Guide me though into open azure sea; I want to be free

Sailing the deep soul sea
Sailing the deep soul sea
Sailing the deep soul sea


Note: First published in October 2016 this poem and its second part represent a personal, mystical-spiritual journey within the broad tradition of the Christian faith.