Oh P a Pa,
I saw worlds within worlds today,
as I sat and watched your rippling sea
that seems to spill over the horizon.
Above floated white clouds,
mimicking the pattern of the rolling waves
that spilled against the shore with fingers of white;
crawling and hissing onto the sand.
Oh, the sand, gazillions of teeny tiny everything!
Soft – made for bare feet;
soggy, for sucking toes into the quicksand!
Oh, to walk along the sand
with the tingling cold Spring sea
trying to catch me as I ran backward,
giggling with little girl laughter!
It’s time to take your shoes off –
they don’t belong on the wet and sandy seashore!
PaPa; which is stronger,
the ocean or the mountains?
I think the ocean is,
because it can write its name on a cliff side,
and swallow an island;
while the mountain trips on its boulders
and slides into the river and feeds the sea.
Yes, my guess would be that
if the ocean and a mountain arm wrestled,
the ocean would win –
though it would probably take
a long, long time for the mountain to say, “uncle!”
But, PaPa, your gentle, loving Spirit
is stronger than them both, and,
with one word, you can still the sea like glass
and crumple a mountain into a meadow.
Well, as strong as the mountains and the sea are,
I will only say, “uncle” to You!!!!