RANDOM SELECTION
I studied it once and almost lost my faith. By the third year I lost my joy. Until one summer I saw From the bough of a boat The sharp sword of a Marlin Break the surface of the water. And then its body burst into the air And shone glory, Before it fell and slapped the surface of the sea And disappeared. And in my mind’s eye I saw the Fount of that glory, And I cried glory and worshipped. And the sea gave back the cry. mike frank |