Sea Song

(for Justin)



Come, grow old with me
in a salty shanty by the broken sea.

I’ll braid my hair,
silver as moon sliver.
You’ll hold my papered hands
between your own.
We’ll watch our children, grown
(and children of their own)
seeking treasures in the sand.

We’ll weave stories
and hum songs
and walk for miles
along the shores of all
we’ve known;
palm psalms
and watch the sun
dunk herself each eve.

We’ll love,
and only leave
when He says
Come, and be with Me
in a perfect shanty on Heaven’s sea.



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6 Responses to Sea Song

  1. kim881 says:

    Fabulous, De 😊

  2. Bryan Ens says:

    What a gorgeous love poem!

  3. PSC says:

    Ahhh… what a beautiful love song — and a great way to grow old. ❤

  4. trishwrites1 says:

    I think this might be my favourite of yours this month, beautiful

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