What do I hear in the sound of the sea?
Which voice does it use to call out to me?
The sad voice of sorrow where things are forlorn?
Or the glad voice of spirit where life is reborn?
Thousands have gone where the pearls lie so deep.
Caverns of graves where dead men don’t weep.
The salt of the sea blinds women’s eyes;
while its hurricane winds drown out their cries.
The sea roars with rage on a thousand dark shores;
wailing with tempests and threats of new wars.
Billows of fear that wash away hope;
Breaking the strong who can no longer cope.
But the voice that I hear speaks with a peace.
With stillness and calm that makes the waves cease.
The tempest becomes a brief cleansing rain;
that washes away the depth of man’s pain.
Then in a flash the sea is no more.
All is dry land as it was once before.
The last trumpet sounds and swallows the night,
and raises us up and clothes us in light.
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Michael Haldas is an author, educator, and speaker. His published works include books (non-fiction and fiction), short stories, articles, and poems. His poetry has been featured in multiple Local Gems Press publications, Fellowship and Fairydust website, and in the upcoming Fall 2024 issue of the Rule of Faith: Journal of Orthodox Though and Culture. He has a long running podcast show and teaches online adult religious education classes. Visit www.michaelhaldas.com (sacramentaliving.net) to learn more about his work.
Which voice does it use to call out to me?
The sad voice of sorrow where things are forlorn?
Or the glad voice of spirit where life is reborn?
Thousands have gone where the pearls lie so deep.
Caverns of graves where dead men don’t weep.
The salt of the sea blinds women’s eyes;
while its hurricane winds drown out their cries.
The sea roars with rage on a thousand dark shores;
wailing with tempests and threats of new wars.
Billows of fear that wash away hope;
Breaking the strong who can no longer cope.
But the voice that I hear speaks with a peace.
With stillness and calm that makes the waves cease.
The tempest becomes a brief cleansing rain;
that washes away the depth of man’s pain.
Then in a flash the sea is no more.
All is dry land as it was once before.
The last trumpet sounds and swallows the night,
and raises us up and clothes us in light.
_______________________________________________________________
Michael Haldas is an author, educator, and speaker. His published works include books (non-fiction and fiction), short stories, articles, and poems. His poetry has been featured in multiple Local Gems Press publications, Fellowship and Fairydust website, and in the upcoming Fall 2024 issue of the Rule of Faith: Journal of Orthodox Though and Culture. He has a long running podcast show and teaches online adult religious education classes. Visit www.michaelhaldas.com (sacramentaliving.net) to learn more about his work.