# 39

out  of  the  waters  of  the  sea
comes  your  face
no  drippings  from  thee

from  early  morning  clouds
peaks  your  being
not  masked  in  shroud

in  under  night-worn  sky
lies  your  meaning
never  casts  as  bye
to  these
seas  and  clouds  and  sky
does  flow
an  abundance  of
which  we  draw  nigh
praying  to  forever  hold

-  thePoet