By Ditz
Date: 22 February 2001
An ocean deep
Past the depths of the sea I sink to the bottom of the ocean. Cast off? No. Returning to the deep from which I came. Returning to who I am, a sea slug slithering on the ocean's floor.
You think yourself better than I? Walking erect in the sun? This does not give your existance more importance over mine. I fulfill my purpose. I do what the Creator created me to do.
I slither on the ocean's floor consuming the waste of man and beast alike. I devour those things which would destroy creatures of the sun like yourselves. I ingest toxins like pain and hurt and recycle them into things of beauty.
When the waters get chilly once again, I too will seek the simplicity of your world. I may tredge my way back to the surface to feel the warmth of day upon my back. I may look towards the heavens to see the beauty of blue skies and fluffy white clouds. I may even touch the dry sands to feel stability once more.
When the sands shift from the waters of injustice and neglect, I will return to my home. I will sink once again to do what I was created to do. I will take the darkest oceans and turn them into bright blue mornings. I will send sweet sea foam and kiss your cheek as you gaze into the waters reflection of yourself.
You may fear the deep ocean blue. But in it's dark mystery there is untold beauty. Where light does not shine, there is a brilliance all it's own. When darkness meets light, there are no shadows. And when the sun rises over the dry lands, it's warmth touches the sea.
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