To each his own. To me my own.

A Seraphim’s calling

Thought I’d share one of my most favorite, though not inherently famous, poems. I actually don’t know who wrote this, but know that I have taken the liberty of correcting a few grammatical instances. I’ve tried multiple times to research the author online, to no avail.

I believe the reason the poem means so much to me because of the obvious love the author has for the sea.

So, what is a seraphim? A seraph (Heb. שׂרף, pl. שׂרפים Seraphim, lat. seraph[us], pl. seraphi[m]) is one of a class of celestial beings mentioned once in the Hebrew Bible/Old Testament, in Isaiah. Later Jewish imagery perceived them as having human form, and in that way they passed into the ranks of Christian angels. In the Christian angelic hierarchy, seraphim represent the highest rank of angels. (Thanks, Wikipedia.)

The highest-ranking angels. This person really does love the ocean.

Beautiful Blue, a seraphim call
Gentle as the rain, like the breeze through green palms
Translucent, glowing, glistening in the Sun
Sweet kisses of light, whispers of things to come
Shy and courageous, fearless and fearing
Warm and cold, rough and endearing
Painfully tender, softly screaming
Lost then found, dull then gleaming
Passionate months of high and low tides
Midsummer night dreams, tumbling joyrides
The scent of Earth, detailed as grains of sand
Vast is the universe as nature is grand
Iridescent turquoise, deep and mysterious
Crystal clear shining, silly then serious
Powerful as an earthquake, like two lovers on the beach
Peaceful and kind, strong but easily weak
Calling out to you with every wave
Crashing into dark echoing caves
Soul searching, constant friction
Like rainbows in waterfalls
Beautiful Blue, a seraphim call…


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  1. Pingback: The Seashell « Life of Bon

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