Poem about discovery and completion |
The Fisherman and the Pearl You did not see me, far above, upon the surface, But I was there, watching, enjoying the folly of your youth, Gladdened by the smallness of your frame. You did not see the dance and sway to the music Of your youthful heart or The vibrations that glittered the waves. What pleasure I took in your song, The song of innocence, pure and crisp From the bottom of the ocean floor. Love cannot linger in idleness, The condition of your abode, Pulsing with life and freshness. ‘Twas merely an accident, my child, That you became dislodged and drifted upward With buoyancy, innate and strong. Your time had not yet come. I scooped you up in the palm of my hand To protect from the blinding ray, A reflection I so gladly saw. Poor little urchin of the sea, Frail and tender, delicate and rare, Only time will complete you, don’t you see? With a breath of secret, placed into ears yet unmade I returned you to your proper place To be hurled by raging currents but Not without a shield of white did I give Within which for you to grow In a darkness that bleaches like the sun. If today you hear a far away sound That seems to have no sound at all, Fear not. For as the sea can be heard long after The shell is removed from the water, So can my whisper be heard, though the secret be yet unknown. It is I returning to reclaim the seed of childish joy, Now fully ripened, and preparing for the harvest. Be steadfast, then, and wait, Our union is not complete. |