I’m down in Weymouth at the moment. Which is right on the South-West tip of England. Today, we went out to Portland and watched the waves crash against the rocks in a glorious display of nature.
“What fool tries to hold the ocean?”,
“What man could ever tame the sea?!”,
“Oh! What boy would be so childish?”,
Along these lines and such spoke she.
I consider that she’s not read,
Of Canute and several others,
Which have tried to master those waves,
But wept home, wet, to their mothers.
This is what causes me wonder:
She brings to life creative thought,
From no source other than mind,
Which, by God, is heavenly taught.