My love is sailing on the ocean blue
Under starry skies that wink from miles above.
He's feeling wind and waves that rock the ship
On oceans nigh as vast as the Father's love.
But no—he's known the depth and breadth and height
And how 'tis measured not, nor seen, nor heard.
He won't know yet how much love I've got:
Love stronger still for having been deferred.
I'm praying wind enough to send him home,
But not so much his ship will overturn.
I pray for him though I don't know his name;
But that's okay—I've our whole lives to learn.
My love is sailing God knows where. But see:
His eyes are on the bow, not on the wake;
His eyes are fixed on God, not wind or waves;
His sails are catching breezes for my sake.
Up ahead a lighthouse: there I am,
Miles of ocean in between us two.
But I'll pray for winds and he'll sail steady on
As God has measured out the ocean blue.
postscript
I don't write stuff like this often. But I love oceans.