The present is a curving shore,
a crescent between horns of headlands
shielding the twin mysteries
of what has been, and what will be.
The voice that never leaves me
has the cadence of the sea -
enigmatic metaphor
of all beginnings, every journey.
Silence is a word, a notion,
but in deed is like the ocean;
Athos is Poseidon's thorax
giving utterance to men.
Anchorites in ceaseless prayer
know that in the very air
are echoes of the Odyssey,
the spirit's archetypal quest,
translating into liturgy
the sea's profound polyphony,
atavistic as the bloodstream's
threnody, diffuse yet clear,
elusive as the sacral vision
of the soul, remote yet near.
Thalassa - the Greek word for sea
Thalassa
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2004
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