©Cathryn Mezzo

POETRY #20

Waves Without End

Waves called by the moon
Leaving offerings
For gods and children alike,
Washing away sins and sandcastles.

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Do you hear the questions
Delivered to land-locked gods?
Questions answered by questions
Carried back in salty currents.

Bathe in this baptismal font
Of seaweed and desperate prayer
From men who believe in mermaids,
But not themselves.

Men who wash ashore, bloated and blue.
Thinking they could calm a storm,
walk on water, and banish hunger
with a basket of fishes and loaves.

The waves return to their alter.
Reverent. Resilient. Relentless.
Bowed heads, praying for God’s blessing,
Knowing Hope floats upon restless waters.