Sea Church

Rising from the watery mist the

grey sea church blesses the waves

and prays to the sky,

lonely, unadorned,

a silver carven wing,

folded in limbo,

as its sea bells peel out the

redemption of sand and stone.


Its three pillars 

drawn from sea’s breath

 are stained aquamarine,

 and on its grey stone altar,

embraced with God’s gentle love,

nestle the souls of sea birds

home at last from their long journey

and the hazards of ocean and sky.