Islands in a Sea

unfathomable are the depths of God infinite It is, in It's vastness God, the eternal Sea of spirit from out of this womb of the Heavenly Mother are we each born, an individual island of form coming from the completeness of the Sea no isle is born bare and yet so many desert islands abound the reasons for this i have found to be nothing more then forgetfulness each isle has and is it's key for truly, how could it be but any other way the spirit of the Sea speaks upon the serf it seeks upon our turf a well with which to fill if we will but only make the space slow down our busy pace living a life of self-erosion instead Creation begs for an explosion Grandfather fire burns within His love, the lava seeks to add onto our land and yet, so many sandbars do abound only known, only shown upon the low tide of the Spirit the Sea, she calls upon our greatness the Fire, he calls upon us with great desire for it is us who first must choose to trust before we may become a great land, the right hand of He who has made us all