The Ocean Waves and the Granite Cliff

The Ocean Waves and the Granite Cliff




It is the lifelong quest of some, to ride the crest of life's tide.
Taking all and giving little, by their own pattern they abide.

Not caring what lies beneath in the deep blue sea,
Are other souls related only by humanity.

Every drop of water is a soul that longs to be
Upon the crest of waves and this goal is all they see.

Rolling across the sea of life, humanity rolls ever on.
The crest being life's most important goal - until the breath is gone.

Onward, ever onward the sea and tides doth roll
Towards a distant, ever hazy, and self-delusional goal.

So droplets come and droplets go - The Crest! Ah, The Crest! -
All done without God - And the droplets give their best.

At the end of humanities sea, between the flow and shore,
Stands a granite cliff - ever present and ever sure.

Steady and brightly pure, its glistening cliffs do shine,
Standing as a beacon over sea and endless time.

The evidence of its being is its primacy words
For the words contain the truth - an all-consuming sword.

Strong and steady sure, its strength is but to wait,
For the waves to come to it. Each droplet having its date.

But what of the crest of tides, whose glory is its own quest?
The granite wall awaits them true and will, their excuses, test.

The mighty forces rushing to the cliff, a scene even angel's fear.
For what will happen to the waves? Read - and you shall hear.

The crashing blow, against the one who stands between the shore and sea,
Will resound throughout all histories of humanity.

Destruction being imminent, thorough and complete.
Oblivion - their history now. The Granite Wall? - never to be beat.

Oblivion - being the fate of the shattered wave,
Is interred within itself - An All-consuming Grave.

The Granite Wall, still standing throughout eternity,
Dries up the sea by calming waves, to its strength - its humility.