All Your Tears Have Formed An Ocean Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

Makes me think deeper when I see it rain
Most of you who have gone through pain
If you want a good view of it all
Come with me after the call
For a trip to the Indian Ocean beach
A journey retold of so far reach
Big blue and very beautiful when calm
Draws fear though has no more harm
Dramatic sunset, lapping water
Silence happening so broader
Come without hesitation and shaking
I recall sounds of water toward us making
And clearing their throat
So to fill us in our boat
We drove on the stream as in air
And we swam sorrowful in space free and fair
No limb got broken before our success ashore
And the other boats afar from us onshore
Were seen small clearly as baskets in the church
And all your tears have formed an ocean, like so they match