Ocean rolling ceaselessly,
caressing the sand,
smoothing the wrinkles,
washing clean the grubby sand.
Musical waves play on and on,
never ceasing,
soothing, rocking
a rhythmic lullaby to my mind.
Your love rolls across my sandy soul,
soothing the gashes
smoothing the creases
washing clean from grit and grime.
How can I doubt the vastness of your love?
Can I measure the sea with my thimble?
You love swells and rolls
with its rhythmic song,
as I lay on my back
and rock —
a babe in your cradle
at rest in your love.
Copyright © 1999 Fran Woods
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