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The Wave and the Sea©
Dennis L. Dossett
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Tossed by life’s tempestuous storms
I rise and fall, rise and fall
in endless waves of joy and pain,
up and down, and back again.
Sea and waves, waves and sea—
endless foggy mists like desert sands
blown by winds of fate and time.
Blowing, I know not where—or so it seems.
And yet, there is something reassuring about this Sea,
always there, arresting my falls into the troughs where
I can see no way out, buoying me up to the heights where
the horizon’s promise beckons clear and shining.
The Sea supports me, caresses me, engulfs me,
a tiny wave amidst wave upon wave of tiny waves,
no two alike in their distinctive shapes and patterns,
one rising as another falls; each part of a beneficent whole.
Dependent are the waves upon each other, for
one cannot rise unless another falls. The Sea itself
remains constant, fathomless, benign. No, more than that,
the Sea gives birth to each tiny wave, binds them together.
One tiny wave is nothing. Without the other waves it is nothing.
All the tiny waves are expressed by the Sea, but they do not define it.
They cannot plumb its fathomless depths, and yet one knows the
Sea by their presence, marvels at its beauty and power in its waves.
One tiny wave is nothing. Without the Sea it is nothing.
The Sea is the wave, but the wave is not the Sea.
Sea and waves, waves and Sea—
the Sea is You, Lord; the wave is me.