The Ocean Poem by Sicelo Sithole

I am the first and last religion, waiting patiently on all shores in every season.
Through the age I have stood, mastered all the tears of man that came and went.
For after some time I laugh, for my age sleeps kindly upon edges of rocks rough.
To the minds curious, I create pores for my peace and spaces where I only vent.

I’m like a deep mine where all life began, the owner of the heavens and life span
I sit upon the soft edges of gold, diamonds, rubies and riches of all kind.
For if these treasures were exposed, then all meanings of life will still be closed.
Through deep spaces and motions of time I focus, and through energy rewind.

I am the reason why all cities were built, the reason why Columbus came to split.
With the messengers waiting on borders, for their joy and hope on minds unjust.
I was with God at the beginning, maintained my joy until people began sinning.
Flashed their ignorance through floods of Noah, and swept away all of their lust.

I am the ocean made solely by your tears of years, the father of all the galaxies
I stand freely upon the joy of my nature, as I read my diary on an eternal axis
I separate tribes, voices, religions, and all the knowledge waiting true and deep
I walk everywhere, harnessing the power of freewill and the art of day and night.

I am the ocean, the mother of life and all her children dancing in this bright light
I breathe through the pores of thunderstorms, through rain find my own sleep
Through history and life recollections I gather my soul and days, only to rhyme
For I am the translation of my own, the hand of God resting upon edges of time.

25 February-01 March 2009, inspired by -“The Cloud”- By Percy
Bysshe Shelley