The Waves and the Wind

Rebekyah Brewer

imageSilly, foolish wave, why do you come so far?

Do you once again forget who you are?

Upon the sands of the shore you do not belong.

Why do you so wastefully pour yourself out upon it all day long?”

 

“Is it merely to be seen, that you throw yourself upon the world’s shore?

Showing off  your treasures gathered from the ocean floor?”

 

“No!  No!” The tumbling waves replied.

“It is simply because we hold God’s glories inside.

They must be seen! They must be declared!

We can find no rest while they are hidden; they must be shared!”

 

“O foolish waves, surely you jest.

You wish to be seen, you are just like the rest.”

So the wind rose laughing as it disappeared in the sky

And the poor waves sank  downward with the tide.

 

Perhaps the wind was right, they began to think.

Deeper and deeper their hearts began to sink.

Broken and fallen, all turbulent inside, they began to retreat,

They thought of all the dirt they carried inside and began to weep.

 

So back into the depths of the ocean they began to sink

Where no mans eye could travel and alone they could think

Further and further until they could go back no more

And they found themselves once again at the bottom of the ocean floor.

 

Such treasures and beauty met their eyes

Though they had seen it before they were still surprised

Such peace! Such wonder! Such abundance supplied!

Their hearts once again began to stir with the joy held inside.

 

“It must be seen! It must be known!

It cannot remain hidden! It must be shown!”

Faster and faster their thoughts spun round

In a place of peace no peace they found!

 

They remembered the people who lived beyond the shore

Who sometimes wandered to their banks looking for more.

In such poverty they lived, amidst such unrest

How they would stare out to the sea in such distress.

 

With such thoughts and such treasures the waves could take it no more

So they scooped up as much treasure as they could from the bottom of the ocean floor.

Turning and churning with such delight

They hurried upward towards marvelous light.

 

The journey was long, which only caused them to swell

Larger and larger they grew as they had so much to tell!

Finally they reached the ocean shore;

How dry the land looked…how empty…how poor!

 

So the waves summoned up all their strength for one final rise

Up! Up! Towards the heaven they lifted their eyes.

They rose and rose until they could rise no more,

They were ready to pour themselves out on the land once more!

 

Their reach was far, their reach was wide.

They poured out everything they held inside.

They emptied themselves completely, they held no more.

They laid out all the treasures they gleaned from the ocean floor.

 

“Silly, foolish wave, why do you come so far?

Do you once again forget who you are?

Upon the sands of the shore you do not belong.

Why do you so wastefully pour yourself out upon it all day long?”

 

And so the waves and the wind still meet at the shore

Opposing one another, until they can take no more

The waves surge forward with its treasures for the weary to find

And the wind chases them back to the bosom of the sea as it was designed.

 

And so also , the messenger of God will always return once more

to place the treasures of God on the world’s open shore

Often beaten back and emptied beyond what he has to give

This is how the man of God is called to live.

 


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