Providence

When I was far from the sea's voice and vastness,
I looked for God in the days and hours and seasons.
But now, by its large and eternal tides surrounded,
I know I shall only find Him in the greater swing of the years.

For like the sea's are His mysteries, not to be learned from a single surf-beat,
No wave suffices Him for a revelation.
I will be certain, then, that the stars are not idle jetsam tossing
On meaningless waters of waste Omnipotence.
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