Safe I stand on my island Secure, while warm summer breeze blows from inland meadows And fragrance from well rooted trees and plants assure me of peace From the shore of my island I look inland And see the strong granite rock supporting the stones of my dwelling Not spacious, but secure And all is familiar
But if I turn my gaze toward the ocean, I see the wild waves I hear the power of the tides pounding the pebbles of my land I see storm tossed crests and tempests Beating at bows of broken vessels I dread the sound of the mariner's cry And fear to hear the sobbings of suffering souls I long to face the shaded shore To plant my feet into the safe soil
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And yet, have I not looked inland long enough Is the restless ocean stirring my slumbering soul Does the spirit move on the face of the dark water To awaken me from comfort's sleep
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