Master Of The Universe Poem by R B Seals

Beyond sand and shore,
vast waters of a mighty sea
spread out before Him;
its waves— spirited, steadfast,
synchronous, strident—crash on
shore, yet stop short His person.

Beneath sparkling surface, a coursing
current remains hidden, mysterious by
design—alive, unflinching, free—like
its creator—running head-on without
compromise or regret, always moving
forward, unbridled and irrepressible
from an elusive, unknown source
toward a final, foreign and fateful
destination.

Like the waters, multidimensional in
scope and function, He moves freely
above mere mankind: away from the
commonality, the frivolousness and
selfishness, the baseness of their souls
that too often articulate the dramas that
earmark the nature of human existence.
For His being is a manner well elevated
beyond mere limits of human constraints,
always evolving beyond the mystical,
beyond the magical—heedless of time,
place, substance or history.

Walking along the water’s edge,
He directs His gaze beyond the
gentle, graceful waves that caress
the shore and for a brief moment,
He contemplates the enticement
of a distant “shore” and its tranquil,
satisfying opportunity for recurring,
unhindered introspection—a place
held in highest regard: inviting,
captivating, sacred—reasoned
necessary for the evaluation and
lasting process of extraordinary
events. A place, for a scant
moment, seemingly outside
His capable reach.

Likened to the waters,
as in all things universal:
Events—as divinely inspired—
sometimes worthy, sometimes
infrequent of praise; sometimes
met with distrust or disdain;
Events—as glorious concepts—
that create, transform and perhaps
evolve; yet always too quickly
—perhaps, too conveniently—
die at the whim of its creator.

His will—it seems—is done!