We are a young ocean. We, __with merry veins once meek and coy, shall fill the belly of this sea. And at our bounds of God’s decree __pleasant lines will drink in joy. As our waters swim and swell, __with tides swing dancing to our poles, the great wayfaring whales will tell of wonders deep we’ll know so well __with wet ink on ancient scrolls. So let’s venture, me and you, __and dare the waves of warm monsoons. Yet keep, my Love, those coves we knew of beauty still in aqua hue, __to relive quaint honeymoons. Those harbors old’ll prove their worth __when we can’t calm the raging gales; and wrecks with lodes of sin and earth will drown in gulfs of length and girth __as our ocean’s weight prevails. We are a young ocean. We, __if God allows, will age, and dry, and a told tale of love we’ll be. But risen from this memory we will, on winds in wing'd glory, __fly the ocean* of the sky. *Revelation 19:6-10 John Kastamo and I am a husband, father, co-pastor, and carpenter in Michigan's Keweenaw Peninsula.