The sea breaks its acolytes
To two kinds; those hardened
To cynicism, and those
Softened to piety.
John drew from it
Resources; until the call
Drew him to Another,
A source of infinite supply.
With others he saw
One supreme over the sea -
On it, walking or sleeping
Or commanding.
John rushed as a partner
To help when the haul broke the net;
He saw
Great fish in a whole net.
And saw too that crowd
On a sea of glass -
He knew the calm
Of love's unfathomable depths.
And he saw a domain
Without sea
Beyond cynicism's corrosion;
Beyond division.
Beautifully written thoughts.
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