Sunday, September 13, 2015

What Ocean

What ocean?

A fish, I suppose,
The ocean never knows.
It just swims,
Flipping its fins.

You and I, I suppose,
Great grace never know.
We just live our days,
Enjoying son rays.


for "'In him we live and move and have our being'; as even some of your own poets have said, "'For we are indeed his offspring.'

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