It Calls to Me
Arthur G. Finch
Age Rating: 13 +
I must go to the sea, it calls,
Its crashing billows rise and fall.
Something mystic within my breast,
It draws me and I have no rest.
Some say itís where my life began,
A random act there was no plan.
An accident, it cannot be,
But I still feel its call to me.
The churning sea is not my home,
Yet magic is in frothing foam.
Come sit a while, letís watch the sea,
And tell me, does it call to thee?
Planet Earth has more sea than land,
I know that was my Fatherís plan
I know someday, weíll need the sea
To feed a hungry world, youíll see.
Beautiful, raging, open, sea,
Reminds me of Eternity.
I feel primordial calls itís true,
I also feel you love me too!
Oh sea, Oh sea, Oh Open sea,
I still hear your call to me.
Iím feeling hope, Iím feeling cheer,
Thought I sit here a thousand years.
Youíll never change eternally,
Your waves will break for men to see,
As stars and constellations rise,
In you reflection of the skies.
Iíll sit another moment friend,
And gaze at you who have no end.
And listen as you call to me,
Receive my ashes, when Iím free
In your bosom bury them deep
And rock me gently as I sleep.
And sing to me beneath the Foam,
Another pilgrim has come home!