Southerndown South Wales No1 Poem by James Tipp

Mystery ebbs on every tide
Like liquid mercury poured.
Upon this beach the challenge
Every sense that enriches the soul
Here creation calls, the voice says
Look beyond yourself conceited humanity
Seek the order you do not control
Here the language of creation cries
Behold the beauty freely given
To all who would drink the wine
That brings the awesome cry
Thank God for all we see
For nothing less than thanks will do
For all creations diversity and beauty.


Southerndown South Wales
Novemer 2004
No 1 in the Southerndown Trilogy