Soul Of Power

In the ever changing soul of the sea,
waves arrive and soon depart..
The tides will surge, and then recede.
A raging battle for her ever changing need.
Her body, fluid, yet raging, flowing yet still.
Nothing can control her and nothing ever will.

A celestial body shining brightly in the night sky,
Ever changing as he moves.
Surrounded by stars for company and compliment,
he circles us constantly, protecting us from harm.
He is the moon with all his charm.
He comes and he goes, without much notice.
But at his best, and at his brightest,
He is respected, worshiped and admired.

There is a legacy, a gift a treasure.
Bestowed on us from on high by up above.
No other influence, greater, can be said,
for, there is no power greater than love.
A feeling so sublime, it lifts you up,
and when it does, for a moment in time,
you rise up and touch the face of God,
up so gently and up so high,
by the delicate wings of a heavenly dove.

Of all these things that share such power.
I have a friend, my strength, my rock, my tower.
Because of him, unlike the ever shifting sea,
I am loved completely, without change, in ceaseless harmony.
Unlike the moon, he is always there, always abiding,
always mine, eternally.
Never uncertain, never to dim and then to lighten.
But in my darkness and my gloom,
he is always there to endlessly brighten.

When one is loved as truly as I.
The seas of my soul are calm and steady,
the moon of my soul is high and clear.
The waters are sweet the night is bright.
Being loved by him,
I know how it feels when angels fly.

© 2005 Chris Saunders

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