Galilee

I am a habourer of sharks.

Fanning magnificent coral walls.

Skirting the terra of all histories.

Carrying fishermen

to my wavering flesh,

and into my storms.

Making legends of Faith,

with miracles

and mysteries.

Knowing so many humans

spoke out to Me

in distress,

empassioned

with prayer.

FInding me a place

to speak to God.

 

Carrying millions of foot falls,

on my liquid edge.

Flappy wooden shells,

slapping my stomach.

There was never enough.

To find my wish to dissolve.

Taking all that they hand out.

My reserve is silently impassioned,

and I am the famous

old holy Sea.

Galilee.

 

Done