The Maker of Both

     

    We have been on vacation in Oregon, visiting friends, museums and the coast. That gives a lot of inspiration for poetry but little time to write it so here, at last, is a souvenir poem from our trip. 

 

The Maker of Both 

 

Not to be outdone by lesser performances,

the ocean raises its volume at night.

The sound of a womb, no longer remembered,

but still somehow familiar, comforting.

We are being held safe, this time not by our mothers,

but by God, the maker of both the mighty oceans

and the insignificant, but infinitely loved--us.