Summa Mater
The Ocean has no conscience,
no judgment, joy, or hate
She dances with you to her beat
in stirring waves of fate
With reverence you may enter
all blessings on the day
But just one slip and she reminds
what ancient mariners say…
“Red sky at morning, sailors warning
red sky at night, sailors delight”
Her message best taken when early to bed
life in the balance, her power to dread
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: June, 2022)
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