In youth I listened to
the ocean’s voice
ignorant of the wave’s intent.
Now I know Your words
reside in the waters,
those of the deep and
those on the surface.
The swelling sea
is my bosom
friend, the source of my life,
sustainer of my future.
Hear us sing in homage
to the pure oneness
of eternal spirit.
Should we grow tempestuous,
remind us of the calm with which
we move
when yielding to Your love.
—Dwight Wilson
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