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Childhood Seashore

Every childhood has a seashore: it is the time in one’s life when they feel truly at peace in God’s creation.  Only children truly discover the simple pleasures in everyday life.  For grown-ups, the job of pausing their busy life and searching for the joy in little things can be tedious.  They must constantly remind themselves to pay attention to the times that are really important; the times that may be small, but later on, build giant memories to look back on.  Childhood is a time that cannot be wasted.  It is the time for every child to search for and find the seashore deep within their heart.  Little moments of peace and happiness will crawl up like the tide creeps up and tickles their toes.  Then it sweeps back into the ocean carrying away tiny shells back to endless sea.

Sea Fever By 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.

(Posted in honor of my choral director, Dr. Shaw)


A soft Sea washed around the House by Emily Dickinson
A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care —
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.
The Childhood Seashore By Me :)
There is an ocean that cannot be seen, it can only be felt with the heart,
The tide carries ecstasy and thrill making one loath to part.
Imagination forms the waves twisting with spirits wild,
For many, this sea cannot be reached, it is only a place for the child.
Lost in daydreams, the mind and heart travels to this land,
Traipsing through the tide below, making footprints in the sand.
Tiny, delicate shells are collected day by day,
Oh how I wish I was still a child so I could roam there and play.
But now that I sit day by day alone, decrepit in the mind,
My heart is no longer daydreaming, by imagination is blind.
I long for the childhood I once new, when days were spent care-free,
When all my heart and all my soul would enter the childhood sea.
(Note: I am not old and “decrepit in the mind”, this poem is written from a grown-up’s perspective)


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