Oh rock! immovable by the surf, immutable in the froth of change,
As I, ocean inconstant, wavering, digressing, mulling again and again, chase up and down the shore.
You glisten and glow in the dawn, undaunted by my surf, a range
Of immaculate, solid goodness, refuge to wind-tossed kites, lonely gulls’ moor,
While I, restless surface, marred goodness, toss and strain in an endless race for the sand.
Oh moon! drawer of my unseen depths, quickener of all my hidden things,
Wresting me in whirling tides out of stagnation–serene, wild, terrible pull.
Grace irresistible, hold unbreakable, patient hounding of all my vagrant ways,
Bring me at last to the haven, to rest, to sand-sodden home, to artful
Reflection of your dear, down-cast face, clearest copy of your beam.
Deepest one! a floor to my rushings, undergirder of all my stablished ways,
Erupter of steam, holder of secrets, haven to creation’s abyssal dark, conceiving the trapped-up glow
Of fire-mountains beneath my tracks; in you, my surest foundation, yawning mysteries stay
Forever deep and holy in the uncharted, unfathomed places of your beauty. I know
My own depths are upheld by your strength; your unbounded chasm is my rest.
Dear one! you who are not a wave, this ode proclaims your unwavering traits:
Rock to my vacillating, moon to my torpor, floor to my flood–
You my border, my crown, my surrounding. Yet, you also fill me, permeate
My every atom, warm my waters with the heat of joy; what is this wonder?
That on every side you are greater, higher, deeper: yet still you love.
“How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.
When I awake, I am still with You.”
– Psalm 139:17-18, NASB –