THOUGHTS ON JOHN (I)

I

The sea breaks its acolytes

To two kinds; those hardened

To cynicism, and those

Softened to piety.

John drew from it

Resources; until the call

Drew him to Another,

A source of infinite supply.

With others he saw

One supreme over the sea -

On it, walking or sleeping

Or commanding.

John rushed as a partner

To help when the haul broke the net;

He saw

Great fish in a whole net.

And saw too that crowd

On a sea of glass -

He knew the calm

Of love's unfathomable depths.

And he saw a domain

Without sea

Beyond cynicism's corrosion;

Beyond division.