I am still working on this. I wrote it in 2022 or earlier.
Oh, tempest winds that toss me about, the Sea has no mercy on me.
The brittle, sharp, Coral of the Ocean floor cuts my ragged tired body.
I am weary of these wind tossed waves. The raging Sea wants to swallow me up.
I long to be on sure dry land. To have my footing solid. To touch the earth with my feet.
I promise God, I won’t complain of rains or storms or mud beneath my feet.
Just save me from the wretched Sea that has no mercy.
The Sun scorches my weary head. I am still above water! I have not sunk.
As we are tossed in the Sea of life we feel lost, stirred, shaken.
Tossed around relentlessly without a home in the cold, salty water that burns us, with Sea Life that can consume us.
We suffer through the storms of life, the constant churning tempestuous Sea filled with life and death can destroy us or refine us.
Never forget that the turmoil and temperamental waters mixed with grit, salt and game can turn the sharpest pieces of ugly shards of broken glass into beautiful jewel like stones. Harder yet softer with serenity luster and depth.
Finally just as Ambergris, as precious as Gold develops it’s maturity only through time and fight through the sea. It only arrives at it’s greatest peak and value after many years of it’s odyssey in the sea.
