The Ocean’s Roar
I long to hear the ocean’s roar,
Or lakeside waves upon the shore,
The quiet lapping on the sand,
Sitting there, with book in hand.
I long to rest from life’s swift rush,
The stress and strain assailing us.
When sitting quietly near the sea,
A peace begins to rest on me.
It’s so eternal, never-ending,
Small chance that earth would soon be rending,
To swallow all this ocean’s waters —
Still here when we have sons or daughters.
The seashore now becomes my womb,
And could someday become my tomb.
But now it is my mother’s peace,
It’s rhythm giving sweet release.
clarakatalin 