In Frenchman bay, near Otter Point, the sea Against an ancient rock comes crashing down. This grey-clad cliff protrudes its stony knee Into the swirling surf, with horny crown. Sometimes the thundering waves foam violently Atop this shelf, its face to thus obscure. Sometimes the water withdraws most reverently And gathers ‘round its base, still and pure. Now look! The rolling waves, the ebbing tide, The storm-stirred, frothing seas at dead of night, The undercurrent, drawing all aside. Each one assaults the rock with all his might. Unchanged, the rock retains its stalwart perch. There’s light upon the rock for those who search. Poet's Note: Inspired by Psalm 18:2, Psalm 18:31, Deuteronomy 32:3-4, and 1 Peter 2:4 Nathaniel McKee’s interest in classical poetry first grew while studying for a master’s in business administration at the University of Oxford, UK. Somehow this whimsical place deepened an already strong appreciation for the humanities, even as he studied business. He currently purchases agricultural commodities and energy for a mid-sized food manufacturing company in the foothills of southeastern Tennessee, USA, where he lives with his wife, Bethany, and newborn son, Henry.