Whatever It Is

Whatever it is that moves the sea
Moves me, and all my kind.

I stare straight up at night
And feel the pull of distant stars.

My feet reach deep into the ground,
Where layers of rock lie tightly pressed.

The sun puts a familiar hand
Of blessing on my naked head.

The wind entreats me to let go
Of gravity, and soar awhile.

The moon is my forgotten love,
Stirring me to suffer once again.

I can't begin to formalise
This feeling into scripture.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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