My Love of the Water
The ocean seems endless.
Its gleaming,
And teeming,
Deep dark waters never still.
A lake is human scale.
It’s bounded,
And grounded,
Puddled safely on a sill.
A pool is made of concrete.
It’s contained,
And restrained,
Shaped only by man’s will.
Love can be like an ocean,
Demanding more than I can give.
It can be like a lake,
Providing all I need to live.
But it’s best when like a pool,
Designed and built by him;
It is inviting,
An earned requiting,
Wherein I choose to swim.
Its gleaming,
And teeming,
Deep dark waters never still.
A lake is human scale.
It’s bounded,
And grounded,
Puddled safely on a sill.
A pool is made of concrete.
It’s contained,
And restrained,
Shaped only by man’s will.
Love can be like an ocean,
Demanding more than I can give.
It can be like a lake,
Providing all I need to live.
But it’s best when like a pool,
Designed and built by him;
It is inviting,
An earned requiting,
Wherein I choose to swim.
Comments
Rajesh
I was reading a whole bunch of Ella Wheeler Wilcox stuff and I just couldn't find one that said what I wanted to say - so I made up my own.
Strangely, I wrote this at the beach. Sometimes I just need to jump in if only for a few minutes!