Ben Hovis |
Published: April 1st, 2015
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Oceans
Religion is the ocean,
Vast skies above the sea.
Parallel to infinity, what we can or want to see.
Do creatures make us human? Fish below or birds above?
Or does what we know blind us, cults of tradition, God above?
We only implore our size,
When truth bares against us.
Our enemies are far away yet fear still resides within us.
To what creature, to what boat do we really feel alone?
God never turns his face upon those He calls His own.
We rest in chains of enemies, filling our lonesome pride,
Just to break them open, over and over,
To keep our hearts alive.
We taunt the wind and waves when we know they can't compare,
It's when they grow higher that we ask if God is there.
So if the ocean is religion, and in this we stay afloat,
The only thing left uncertain is
The creature in the boat.
Vast skies above the sea.
Parallel to infinity, what we can or want to see.
Do creatures make us human? Fish below or birds above?
Or does what we know blind us, cults of tradition, God above?
We only implore our size,
When truth bares against us.
Our enemies are far away yet fear still resides within us.
To what creature, to what boat do we really feel alone?
God never turns his face upon those He calls His own.
We rest in chains of enemies, filling our lonesome pride,
Just to break them open, over and over,
To keep our hearts alive.
We taunt the wind and waves when we know they can't compare,
It's when they grow higher that we ask if God is there.
So if the ocean is religion, and in this we stay afloat,
The only thing left uncertain is
The creature in the boat.