The oceans of the earth speak

By Sharon F. Boyd Friday Harbor

Hear the oceans speak oh children of dust and sea:

I stir from the deep: Mystery and Majesty

My life force always in motion

I Cleanse, Enrich, Inspire

My instinct is to birth a world of richness

You sense it

Yet some of you call my surface a mere desert?

Don’t be silly. Study you must, to know me.

Hear me oh deaf ones:

Don’t you know your own body began in me?

I am the womb of life on earth

Do not weary me, you naïve watery ones

I sustain you.

I will nurture you, but be kind to me

My power is to nurture or destroy

So is yours

Which will you choose?

Even the unruly skies obey me better than do you

You feed me poisons, and soon, I will have nothing good to feed you

Hear my siren call, you barons of land

We live together

Everything you do comes back to me

Orphans of the sea you are not…

If you remember to respect the womb of earthly life

I am the sea and you are my hybrid children of dust… and me.