I find in me a secret sea.
I sail its depths profound and plain
With fisherman’s simplicity,
Too grateful to complain.

My bark is battered by the winds,
And beaten by the waves.
But storms give way to sun-drenched days
That soothe and salve and save.

I have not seen the further shore
(And I have traveled far)
But thought I heard her breakers in
The silence of a star.

I have not plumbed the deeps below
(And I have journeyed long)
But thought I danced the ocean depths
When singing a sad song.

No gull comes near to wing with me.
No dolphin finds my wake.
But hidden whispers shepherd me
With gentle shove and shake.

The smell of salt revives my heart;
The smell of salt and blood.
The sanguine tide laps merrily.
I ride the royal flood.

And silently, and secretly
I cross the quiet main;
My hope as deep as sin in me,
Too grateful too complain.

~Written by the Author’s Brother