Sarai by the Sea

Sarai by the Sea

She strolls the sands

A pace so slow

Noticing not how the ocean expands

Its ebb and flow.

The ocean’s creative energy bound in two:

Its massive diastolic reach

Engulfs the old, makes new

The systolic remnant folding from the beach.

The surf’s repetition

Is what most see,

The grandeur of the waves’ disposition,

Both a danger and beauty, most will agree.

Is there a secret

Hidden in the sea?

Does it request

From everyday life to flee?

Sarai stares into the ocean blue

Searching for an anchor,

For any answer, in lieu

Of the source of her internal rancor.

The ocean can settle

From its pacific smile,

Its stormy waves, her mettle.

But now only confuse and beguile.

Sarai’s life not as she thought.

In search of her true roots,

A flicker of hope she bought,

Revealed but as rotten fruit.

Day after day,

Year after year,

Sarai searched for someone to say

That she is some father’s little dear.

Not from the shoreline, the outer banks,

The majestic great lakes fronts.

It was at the southern sunshine beaches and ranks,

She ceased her daughter-hunts.

Always at water’s edge

She looked for the concrete.

It was as if Sarai could not dredge

From the sea’s bed a stable seat.

Seemingly an orphan of the sea,

Disappointment and rejection

Guided her to flee

From her closest affections.

Simply looking to the ocean

Is not a lasting retreat,

But of symbol and notion

How life can be complete.

New life and new birth

Also symbolic of the sea,

Point to One of higher worth,

The One Who hung on a tree.

Sarai was never abandoned,

While lorning for her truth.

Her Father, His hand on

Her heart from childhood and youth.

Now time

To be drenched by the sea.

A different clime,

Baptizing Sarah's new me.

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