Heart of the Ocean

Artist: Gaelic Storm
Song: Heart Of The Ocean
(No this is not mine, in other words. I wish :P)

Candlelight dies at the window
And the night wind blows soft from the sea
Though I lie in your arms, I'm a thousand miles away
On the waves sailing fast, sailing free

Now I'm bound for the heart of the ocean
I'm riding the sea in my soul
In the dark and the deep
She will rock me to sleep
Down below... where the black waters roll

When the sea birds cry out in the morning
And the sun lays its kiss on the sand
I'll be drawn to the shore
Like so many times before
As I long to be far from the land.

Now I'm bound for the heart of the ocean
I'm riding the sea in my soul
In the dark and the deep
She will rock me to sleep
Down below... where the black waters roll

I can still hear your voice on the trade winds
I can still taste your tears on the foam
But the lure of the tide that I'm feeling inside
Will not rest till my heart finds its home

Now my heart is the heart of the ocean
There are storms from the sea in my soul
I'm restless and deep
And before I can sleep
I must go... where the black waters roll

where the black waters roll
where the black waters roll
where the black waters roll...

I've written a number of poems about the ocean myself, especially as a metaphor for life and love (see my first poem posted on this Blog), and I was just thinking that all metaphors aside, the sea truely is a wondrous thing. It covers more then half the worlds surface, contains more then half the species of animals in the world, including the biggest creatures known to have ever existed. We know more about the surface of our moon, hundreds of thousands of miles away, then we know about the ocean floor just a few miles under our feet. Estimates say there are literally billions of dollars in gold alone hidden in shipwrecks down there, and if we could just get at it, a vast supply of most every mineral known to man is just floating through the sea in a fine fine mist. Storms spawned on the ocean are more devestating then any landmade storm, and underwater earthquakes cause tsunami's that can devestate every shore of an ocean as vast as the Pacific, a body of water so huge that when we found evidence of people travelling across it in rafts, we refused to belive it until someone recreated their journey (Good book by the way...). If you ever want to be truely impressed by the sea, because statistics are just one step down from damn lies according to Twain, just visit the seashore. Sit on the beach for a moment, enjoy the waves, feel the wind, run your fingers through the sand. That sand was once rock, hugs boulders worn to dust by an eternity of water. That wind blows night and day year in and year out, and has sent man around the world for hundreds of years. Most impressive of all though, find a piece of beach a few miles long which is fairly straight, and watch the waves. Just watch them. Feel the power in even a small one, and imagine that those waves have never stopped beating on this coastline since the beginning of time. The coast may move as times goes on, but the waves are always there. Constantly hammering it without enough force at any one point to knock you over if you aren't ready for them. Imagine that. Picture that every wave is a line of men, a hundred miles long, rushing up and throwing themselves on the beach before melting back into the sea whence they came, and maybe you'll feel the same awe I've felt. No power of man will ever equal the sea. The power of the atomic bomb is a firecracker compared to what happens when the sea breaks into a bubble of magma. Last time that happened it disintegrated half an island and caused repercussions felt and HEARD around the world. We may have knocked down Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but this thing would have snapped all of Japan in half, blowing a channel right down to the ocean floor that went through Japan. THAT is power. If we could harness one tenth of the energy released by the waves on all the beaches of the world, we could leave every electrical appliance in the world running nonstop and it wouldn't matter. It wouldn't be worth the loss of our beautiful beaches, but it does make me feel a little insignificant next to a power that will last til the end of the world.
And Jesus calmed it with a thought...