WORSHIP

The sea flowing
In low speed
Into the open ocean
That never gets drunk
Or satiated drinking
The natural salt.
 
The sea dancing
In undulating meander
To unheard numbers
With varying emotions
 
Hot when angered
Sinking high tech ships
To drown life vested crew.
 
Cool when pleased
Allowing a vulnerable canoe
To row with ease
Sparing its helpless
paddler.
 
See the sea
Breathing the sea breezes
To soothe the atmosphere.
They say it had been
Even before our births.
 
Carrying the glory
Of the sun
And moon daily and nightly
Respectively
 
How it stands glorious
Enough for a deity
Yet that would
Incur for men
The wrath of Jealous.