Ocean Isolation
The line of wake disappears,
as I watch an Albatross change its course,
and sway with the motion of inner seas,
listening to the cry of the wind,
enthralled riding the running waves.
No earthly foundations here
the unseen abyss below.
As ocean’s spray bathes my eyes
I sense no coming storms, no rogue waves,
Yet dissonance stirs from Spiorad Naomh.
In ocean’s isolation I set my sails,
foraging thoughts deflect heart and soul,
till a resounding sense of awesome light,
the fingers of God, strikes my eyes:
dissonance upwells like a rogue wave!
Spiorad Naomh speaks,
“The Albatross heard! Why not you?
Wisdom is mine, listen close!
No longer braid rope with sand,
navigate in the wisdom of Crìost!”
Scot’s Gaelic Pronunciation - click on the underlined words
Spiorad Naomh: Scots Gaelic for Holy Spirit
Crìost: Christ
© Craig A Roberts, 2025.
From: Ocean’s Song
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