Ephesians 3v18
by Michelle Potter

High above this ocean, flying by a flock of birds
Like ink stains on a pale canvas
Yet still not reaching the infinite heights
Nor lifted to where your love is,

The rhythm of this sea has beat out time
Year in, year out, no respite
And it promises to persevere in motion
While my dance with you, it has no end.

I cannot scan this oceans width, but arms they can
Be opened as wide as they will go
To embrace these whispering waves that
Ever comfort the pebbled shore.

Somewhere in this sea captured in a bottle
My life's tears, happy and sad harmoniously entangled
As I sought to know the height,
The depth, the length and breadth of your love.






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