In the beginning,
I was counting the stones on the seashore,
Looking for the precious ones.
Among the stones, I found many pretty things
While the sea rolled on beside me all the time.
Time moved on.
I had collected many stones 'til I tired of them,
And I think they tired of me.
Some were lovely, but I was never satisfied,
And the sea rolled on beside me all the time.
And the wind rose, east and cold.
Whisp’ring sweetly to my soul.
And it said “Look you fool,
You are missing precious things:
Raise your eyes and look towards the sea.”
So I looked:
It was as if I saw the sea for the first time,
And it’s power captured me.
All the time I had wasted seeking stones,
I had missed the rolling glory of the sea.
And the sea
Devoured a mighty swathe of heart, overwhelmed me
In a way I couldn’t know,
And the price for the love of greater things
Was surrender to the great and cruel sea.
And it stole me, and I feared the aching sea,
It consumed me, drowned my mind.
The wind said “Look, you fool,
No matter what you do,
You can’t contain the ocean like a stone.”