If I lived within the sound 

Of the sea’s relentless yearning, 

My soul would rise and fly to seek 

What the soul longs for—unable to speak; 

Aware, as I go, of Him everywhere: 

In my heart, in the clouds … In the cold wet air … 

And my soul would worship in joyful prayer, 

Receding as the waves recede, 

Returning with the waves’ returning, 

Reaching up, as for Him, feeling 

Then with the waves kneeling …

kneeling …

kneeling …

©1977 The Ruth Graham Literary Trust

 

Taken by permission from “Ruth Bell Graham’s Collected Poems” by Ruth Bell Graham, ©1977, 1992, 1997 The Ruth Graham Literary Trust.