On Offering To Yam

By Tim Bos   

there was a time
when oceans roared
with hunger
for a catch of fish
we spent a long time watching
from lonely wooden towers
you and I screaming
secrets over boiling waves
from lonely little turrets
over distances
too great for sound
but close enough for secrets
(our ears did not hear
but hearts know wonders
unsung and unspoken
for all these years)
leaning from our steeples
we throw back
what He bade us catch
we return them now
an offering to Yam
who sings for all to hear:
"return them to me
return them to me
they are my rightful inheritance
return them to me"
we too return to the kingdom
our floating towers drop like anchors to the bottom of the sea

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