Tell me, oh Dear Sea,
Why do I come to you?
Do you understand my pain,
that’s understood by so few?
You never ever talk to me,
but in you, I find respite.
How do you manage to ease, in me,
the little battles I fight?
When I see your waves, endless,
the water and the froth,
you seem to attract me
like a lamp attracts a moth.
When on a shore, I sit and weep,
how do I feel reassured?
Is it you that clears those thoughts
that once felt obscured?
I wonder at how you do all this,
I wonder if you do it at all.
I wonder at how vast you are,
and I, mere man, so small.
As if the waves of joy you carry
seep slightly inside my soul.
They fill my being with happiness,
Yes, sea, that’s your role!
When I leave, I look back at you,
I end up with a smile.
I came with little, I take back so much,
“I was blind all this while!”
I know I’ll come back when I’m low,
and you’ll open your arms for me.
I’ll cry again, but I’ll leave smiling.
Thank God for you, Dear Sea.