The Draw Of The Sea

There is something about the sea which draws one to it.  Perhaps it is in our genome to be touched by the waters which beckon us to their shores on this planet traversing the cosmos.

In the immortal words of John Masefield:

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; 

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Sea Fever


We each hear somewhat faintly the wind’s song. As we glance upward at the sails being unfurled by the songs of the winds, we know we are embarking on an odyssey.

It may not be fraught with sirens and other mystical dangers which the brave Odysseus faced for ten years.  For Odysseus and his courageous men wanted the friendly shores of Ithaca after the long Troy campaign where many heroes met their fate.

Unlike John McDermott’s beautiful song VOYAGE where he sings

Our true destination is not marked on any chart
We’re navigating for the shores of the heart

However, our journey in many ways is a solitary one.  We have a restless longing for those shores untapped by human touch.

To sail through a night clear with the abundance of stars is to behold the history of creation in the light bathing the sea.  For we are caught in that light of history; we are touched by the ancient star dust falling from the heavens.

If the moon is full, then we can see its argentous beams as they touch the waters.  The reflections of the waters reveal the time when the morning stars sang for joy so many eons ago.

One has to wonder about a thousand generations from now when our descendants have sailed the pathways to planets near and far, will they stand on a shore and gaze into the night heavens and wonder about their progenitors who braved the seas in their fragile vessels to explore what lay over the horizon?

Will those born on planets yet to be named, wonder about the home world called Earth and that solitary star Sol?  Will they ever yearn to play in the sands of the Terran shores and touch the pristine waters of the myths which have been passed down to them?

For us, we will have long ceased to be on this earthen shore.  We will pass in our boat from this mortal shore to the immensity of the cosmic ocean.

Will our descendants on those worlds of the cosmos take time to listen to our songs?  For it was our songs which prepared them for their cosmic journey to the stars.

What of the Earth during that time?  Will it still be the home of humanity or revert back to the pristine Edenic beauty that existed before humans landed on this orb hanging in the sovereignty of space?

Allow the lure of the seas to draw you to their shores.  Be refreshed by the waters of our myths and histories which are a portrait of the past and a view of what is to come in the tomorrows.

G. D. Williams © 2018

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