Poetry list
Love beneath the tide ~ a sonnet
The gentle lapping rill and flowing stream
Are matched by spate and storm and angry seas.
This beauty’s form is not that all it seems;
It hides a force that spirit only sees
In bringing change to rugged rock and stone:
A polished gem adorns a heavenly crown
Which nature without love can never hone.
It is the heart of all – no power of flood can drown –
And draws us from the surface to the deep,
A realm beyond our strengths, our certain powers,
Where wakening thoughts are matched by myst’ries sleep
To take us through the veil of passing hours.
Let waters streaming over all our earth
With pulling tides lead us from death to birth.
(written on a train between London and Rochester)
© Neil Thompson 2023