The eyeless see the ocean’s hue
Against the waves that blindly break:
Translucent lies are lost from view,
Their roaring breath, their truth should wake.

O blowing winds, the waters spread,
Reform the clouds — an ageless squall;
And gathered once, their skin to shed,
One drop of rain, a drop for all!

When Angels play, all coasts are clear,
Each droplet is a Godly sight:
What often ebbs a deadly fear
Will rise and flow unto the light.

Renounce thy burden and its swell—
A golden yoke on Eden’s shore;
If left unhindered in its spell,
The callous hand, divine once more!