Poem: “By the Sea of Galilee”


By The Sea of Galilee

Walking softly to where he is
I kneel on the sand
Then rest my head against the stone
He sits upon

In the breeze
His cloak brushes against my cheek
I look upon the sea
He gazes on

Feeling the breeze that he feels
Smelling the sea as he smells it
I feel his peace
So near

He thinks about
Those who know him,
Those who don’t
And all whom he longs for

About all he must do
And suffer
To reach me and the others,
As the seagulls call

Sparkling waves crash their symphonies of praise
And men walk by the Sea of Galilee
Unaware of who sits upon the throne
Unaware of who will call them.

Michele Marie


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  • claireamr

    I love how you started this –