I reel on this slope of stones,
Lying on the shorn shale.
I see the stark, staring stern,
Wall, of the world’s bones,
And wonder at the gale.
I reel on this stony slope,
Lying on the shorn shale,
I see the stark, staring, stern, wall of the Worlds bone.
I, wait here for human step,
I, wait here alone.
I lie at the side of the sea,
The gulls fly high, looking at me.
I see the foam, white, crash against the shale,
I see a wondrous sight! A ship, for me.
And I knew that God was behind the gale.
~Micah
