Prayer / Poem of the Week # 21
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
with strands of clinging seaweed
gulls floating effortlessly
over the ever-changing blue
suddenly soaring up into deeper blue
wheeling and swerving
strong black backs, cruel beaks,
the busy pink-legged herring gulls
scuttering before the foam.
And footsteps in the sand – whose are they?
And whence do they come, these marks of human contact
fleeing the concrete prisons?
long, strong, steady, with tiny staggering prints beside.
He leaves the treadmill
raucous insistent clamour of phone
and endless words
with his small son
to enter a new world
of tiny crab, and fragile bird claw prints.
Together the man and child
laugh with the gulls
splash through the glittering wavelets
all care cast on the limitless ocean
flowing out – out – out
to the misty horizon
where the sea meets the sky
and all is peace and light.