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 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.