Born of the ancient sea we come... to walk awhile with willful wind... <br /> To feel the gentle warmth of sun... the healing cool of rain... <br /> And then at last to sleep our everlasting sleep with Earth. <br /> <br /> And yet it is the Sea who seems to call us home again... <br /> A soulmate from some lost primordial past, <br /> Or from our own beginning... first awash within the womb... <br /> Before we stood upright upon our newfound legs <br /> And claimed our place upon the land. <br /> <br /> And here, while standing firmly on the shore...ankle deep in sand... <br /> And braced against the force of ebbing tide returning to the deep, <br /> We feel this ancient bond of sea and soul <br /> That pulls us out to join with that which first gave life. <br /> <br /> And over and over on the shore, <br /> The ebbing tide pulls at our feet... <br /> And over and over the foaming waves <br /> Surge in... and pause... and then retreat. <br /> <br /> Mysterious, dark, and deep... the Sea <br /> Calls to her children longingly... <br /> Echoes her sad eternal plea... <br /> "Come back to me...come back to me."<br /><br />Christena Bryson Kern<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soulmates-4/
