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THE CALLING

The ocean is calling - calling – calling

With each wave I hear my name,

But when hopes die the people perish

And my hopes are floundering –

I am flailing –

I am homesick.

I am lonesome for a walk

on my beautiful rockbound coast of Maine!

I didn’t think the last time there would be that -

but now I wonder –

Winter is fast approaching

both in calendar and in season of my life –

The season diminishes the hope of time to spend

along the sand and shore this year…

slushing through the heavy, wet sand,

skipping over the ocean-sprayed moist seaweed-covered rocks,

listening to the waves and the chimes of the buoys

while watching gulls sunning themselves on big rocks

as they appear to pose for the photographers who surround them.

The winter of my life starts to freeze the steps of ease

with which I once moved

from craggy rock to rocky nook

as sure-footed as a deer

and I know another spring-summer-fall

is just around the corner but not for all –

perhaps not for me -

So, yes, my hopes are floundering –

I am flailing –

When hopes die the people perish

But the ocean continues to call…

                           © Marilyn Sue Moore       9-14-2008

PLEASURES I HAVE KNOWN

A walk by the ocean ~

Sometimes in the sand;

What joy with my child

Holding tight to my hand.

Soon we will sit

On huge rocks in the sun

Until spray on our faces

Causes rivulets to run.

And, oh, how refreshing

On a hot summer day

From the busy work world

We just slip away!

What greater pleasure

Is there to be known

Than to be at the ocean

Whether child…or full-grown?

©Marilyn Sue Moore revised 11-5-07

SOME DAYS

Some days I’ll sit and remember

The sounds of the ocean waves…

As I look in wonder at pictures

I’ll hear the sounds my heart so craves.

The power of God is heard in the ocean…

His gentleness shows up there, too;

His creation…magnificently adorned

In myriad colors of blue.

Some days I’ll sit and remember

The sounds of the ocean waves

And as today I’ll wish I could share

The sounds my heart so craves.

©Marilyn Sue Moore  Summer/Fall 2003

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COME TAKE A WALK

Come take a walk,

Then let’s sit down

On rocks beside the sea.

The sun-warmed “chairs” our Host provides

Awaiting you and me

You’ll not find marked “On Sale Today”…

Indeed, no! These seats are free!

They’ve been reserved ~ just waiting for ~

Special Company…YOU and ME!

©Marilyn Sue Moore       September 23, 2007

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