Ina D. Coolbrith
Sea’s Answer, The - Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith
I am the Sea, which God’s controlling hand
Holds in command.
Subservient in seeming good or ill
To work His will.
Or if my voice in peace or pain be heard
I speak His word;
He shapes His purpose through world-wrack or rest
As seems Him best.
This globe-of his vast universe a part-
I am, thou art,
An atom, each, in the eternal plan
We may not scan.
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