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.
