Oceanic Overdose

The above title is, of course, not to be taken seriously. 
We all know getting too much of the ocean is pretty much an impossibility . . .
(The sun is admittedly a different story altogether.)

The ocean can be a home.
However, if you happen to be seeking anything less than your comfort zone;
you can always go a few feet deeper.

It seems that people can't help being born with
the want to do something that frightens them.
To prove that they can do it.  Call it courage.
(Okay, I am assuming my fear of waves is mutual)

When it comes to facing fear, however,
there is a fine line between overcoming and heedlessness.
Lucky for me, what I consider a step of progress couldn't be counted as heedless for most.

Still, there is a certain thrill in upgrading wave sizes.
hehe

 It takes an amazingly short amount of time to understand
that a reckless lack of care won't last long in the ocean. 
On the other hand . . . you can't take the fun too seriously.

Sometimes, the ocean brings out the best in people. 
It gives a chance to forge higher limits, to face a challenge that's just too good to denounce.

And the camaraderie that surges up as a result of people accepting this challenge is thrilling.
Out there, you're in the horizon, and that ancient purity of the unwrought silver expanse
kindles the will to cope with peril,
to stand against the ceaseless currents,
to sway beneath the wild brutality. 
This stunning draw can be accounted for.
Fulfillment can be found in such a place,
because God's fingerprints are all over it.

everyday heroes of the surf

tools of the trade

 Going beyond adventures at the beach,
when you go to watch the sea, you get to glimpse its sheer overpowering force,
that can disregard its mask of calmness in an instant. 
Underneath all of the prowess and the rhythmic poise, the ocean is a threat. 
Our resistance can be confronted and swallowed up; the sea's spurn is readily served. 

  

My thought on all of this, though, is that the ocean is under a command it cannot defy.
One I have taken for granted, and assumed. 
  Ceaseless currents, power unmarred- yet the great deep has banning line,
respectfully called the shore.

The span of its greatness is fixed; its compass determined.
Waves battle forever against this wall, but their reach has been barred.
This tameless world, leery and unchangeable,
just letting us run our fingertips through his icy fur, is bounded.

The age of the ocean has set;
Its dominion is no more.
The roaring will not be lulled,
And the sun cannot silence its glory, 
But beneath all of this,
The ocean is caged.

Genesis 9:11 
"I establish my covenant with you:
Never again will all life be cut off by the waters of a flood;
never again will there be a flood to destroy the earth."

Genesis 9:14-15
Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds,
I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. 
Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life."

A silver hush has crowned the sun farewell beyond our sight;
The blaze is still; our burning star slips past the grip of night.

To hesitate, to vacillate, to once again be torn:
To know we cannot sink beneath and follow is the thorn.

The Light that shines where sun is not
And burns when sky is black,

Such is the Light we can follow
When wings of dawn we lack.

Blush fading fast, this glow must be the echo of the sun;

 Our bliss outlives these coals that wane as soon as day is done. 

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