Death at Sea
Oh mighty oceans, that beat upon the shores, that stretch out along the sands, of the world we all explore.
Such power always in motion, rolling towards shore, in quantity and proportion.
Some days it is calm, and other days it is very blue.
But always in motion, yet always feels nice and cool.
The surface is deceiving, like a clown behind a mask.
But when we sink below the surface, we see another world, that is quite deep and vast.
There are many body's of water around the world, that hold onto many secrets, like they were a carribean pearl.
The mysteries of the seas, fill the many libraries, of the story's we cannot resist, we can sit for hours reading, yet cannot imagine, how these times really did exist.
Ships of old, and even ships of pleasure, trying to cross over these, sometimes hidden treasures.
Not having fear of sinking into the depths, until the terror of death comes upon them, and the water covers their decks.
Now it is their turn, as history must go on, they have become a story of mystery, as time continues to present itself, in our sunrises and our dawns.
Many have died there, in the depths of the darkness, and must have felt relieved when it came time, to walk into the light.
What a relief it must have been, to realize that they will never ever have to suffer again, the horror and the freight.
And they will spend eternity basking in the light.
Our journey's aren't always easy, even sometimes in death we are still being tested.
But when time comes and it is our moment to go, rest assured, He is there with us, and He will always let us know!