I studied it once and almost lost my faith.
By the third year I lost my joy.
Until one summer I saw
From the bough of a boat
The sharp sword of a Marlin
Break the surface of the water.
And then its body burst into the air
And shone glory,
Before it fell and slapped the surface of the sea
And disappeared.

And in my mind’s eye I saw the Fount of that glory,
And I cried glory and worshipped.

And the sea gave back the cry.

mike frank
© 2006



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