The Child Ran Into the Sea

 The child ran into the sea

but ran back from the waves, because

the child did not know the sea

on the horizon, is not the same sea

ravishing the shore.

What every child wants is always

in the distance; like the sea

on the horizon. While, on the shore

nearby, at the feet of every child

shallow water, eating the edges

of islands and continents does little more,

little more than foam like spittle

at the corners of the inarticulate mouth

of some other child who wants to run

into the sea, into the horizon.

- Martin Carter

Better Beauty Beyond

The world with its beauty and charms

Comes to me with wide open arms;

Its pleasures allure to embrace

But will end in pain and disgrace.

There is better beauty beyond

That I will enjoy before long;

The most beautiful and the best

Is the One who gives peace and rest.

—Perry Boardman 

Montage

 England, autumn, dusk –

so different from the quarter-hour

at home when darkness drops:

there’s no flamboyant fireball

laughing a promise to return;

only a muted, lingering farewell,

and day has passed to evening.

I been there, sort of: New and Selected Poems – Mervyn Morris

Behold, I Come

 "Behold, I come"—the darkness lightens

Above all sorrow and all fear;

Beyond the clouds the Daystar brightens,

And our deliverance is near;

The groaning earth awaits the hour

When all the wrongs of time are past,

And clothed with glory and with power,

The King of kings shall reign at last.

—Annie Johnson Flint