Whaling Blue

There is a voice

for all these years

has haunted me, taunted

me, called me a whale

beached on the shore.

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In shame, I cover

myself, turn away, hide

my flesh, foolish,

ridiculous, a behemoth

lying naked upon the sand.

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Listen, the ocean calls you to her.

Feel her reach out and

touch you, drawing you in.

O, Great Ocean, lift and carry me

to the depths of your sea.

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I fear the voice

and its warning:

beckoning me, reckoning

to drown me, absorb me.

I shiver on the shores of sand,

naked under moon light,

foolish as a beached whale

far from the sea,

clinging heavy to dry land.

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Listen to the ocean,

she calls you to her.

Feel her reach out and

touch you, drawing you in.

O, Great Ocean, lift me and carry me

to the depths of your sea.

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Again I hear the voice inside.

I am the beached whale,

stranded on the shore.

Waters lap at my side,

cool my belly, stir

my hulking mass.

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O Great Ocean,

lift me up, raise me from

this sandy shore, draw me in,

draw me in where I can swim,

be free to roam, to float,

to dive in your depths,

to swim with my kin

and sing our great harmonies.

Lift me up, draw me in.