This was written for my children long ago, to try to capture the underwater scene change. I posted it some time ago as simply ‘Seashore’, but thought it was worth reposting for the August topic of Poetry monthly.
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] More than mercy, more than insight, more than comfort, love and grace … Through all turmoil, through all pressure, and when foolishly I fall … I have God, and with him all.
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] The God who is and ever was knew well before creation that those he made would fall … the only way would be to rescue… for One untaintable to take … It was the Son of God himself who took the task upon him, and came to Bethlem …