We are a young ocean. We,
__with merry veins once meek and coy,
shall fill the belly of this sea.
And at our bounds of God’s decree
__pleasant lines will drink in joy.
As our waters swim and swell,
__with tides swing dancing to our poles,
the great wayfaring whales will tell
of wonders deep we’ll know so well
__with wet ink on ancient scrolls.
So let’s venture, me and you,
__and dare the waves of warm monsoons.
Yet keep, my Love, those coves we knew
of beauty still in aqua hue,
__to relive quaint honeymoons.
Those harbors old’ll prove their worth
__when we can’t calm the raging gales;
and wrecks with lodes of sin and earth
will drown in gulfs of length and girth
__as our ocean’s weight prevails.
We are a young ocean. We,
__if God allows, will age, and dry,
and a told tale of love we’ll be.
But risen from this memory
we will, on winds in wing’d glory,
__fly the ocean* of the sky.
*Revelation 19:6-10
John Kastamo and I am a husband, father, co-pastor, and carpenter in Michigan’s Keweenaw Peninsula.
John, don’t give it up. But make firmer decisions about how you want to deal with meter and other prosodic issues. And remember that you are a newlywed only for a short time.