Classic Poem

Upon a yellow, arid strip of sand
I think I sat once, in some other life,
Still as a stone, my head upon my hand,
And saw the sapphire sea, without a strife
Of waves, stir gently, and like silver burn
Beneath the heavens' beaming, glorious gaze.
All was so breathless that a soul might learn
Secrets of living and of spirit's ways
And that great waste of waters whispered thus,
—Ay, whispered me, that sat in calmness drowned—
“We live, we move, we stir for God in us.”
And now, in this life, far below the sound
Of clamorous voices seeking mastery,
I hear the whisper of that sapphire sea.