River meets ocean
Two of my friends got married on the weekend. Nothing went to plan and everything went to plan. A sensational day full of love.
The day before I decided I better write something down to say in case I get too drunk. I'm copying it here. A parable and a poem.
When I wrote it a tear or two formed in my eye. More than once. The same again reading it out loud.
One of my favourite parables starts with two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way.
“Good morning”, the two young fish say.
The older fish nods at them and replies “morning boys, water’s great isn’t it.”
And the two young fish swim on for a bit before eventually one of them turns to the other and goes, “what the hell is water?”
Of course, the point of my favourite little fish parable is: The most obvious and most profound things in life are the ones right in front of us, yet they’re often the ones that are the hardest to talk about.
So forgive me, being so arrogant to think I could capture any of this beautiful moment on paper.
But I know all of us can agree, that seeing you two together, today, especially today and every other day is about as close as you can get to answering the question, “what the hell is water?”, as you can get.
So in saying that, I wrote this poem with your spirits in mind.
River meets ocean
Take me to a place
A place where the river meets the ocean,
a place where the next kiss is as good as the first,
where the promises that were made are kept,
where the free souls live
And you know where they live
Because you feel good when you’re near them,
The sound of the waves need no translation,
heard from miles away,
meeting the river
The river where the good times keep on flowing,
where the rowers keep on rowing,
the ones not showing any signs,
signs that they are slowing
The river that no one knows where it’s going
One river creates another,
finds its way,
again again again
But they all call the ocean home
Providing, thriving, sharing, caring, loving, staring
But not too long,
there’s work to do,
adventures to be had
Can you feel that?
It’s coming from over there,
Yes, those two
They’re the culprits
The ocean and
But I’m sure,
you’re not complaining
We’ve all had the chance to witness the power of the river,
energy in motion
And the grace of the ocean,
calm amongst the commotion,
I can’t tell which I prefer,
Six to one, half dozen to the other…
But what I do know,
Is that the ocean makes for a beautiful mother,
and the river?
A father many sons would rather
Transporter and caretaker
of the contents of Mother Nature’s eyelids
Years and years of tears,
shed in darkness and light,
so flowers may blossom and birds take flight
The feeling when you swim in the ocean
Or float with the river
And the water’s the perfect temperature
All sense of skin ending and water starting dissolves
The feeling words can never describe
But they try
Over silent rocks, dances the wild sea
Between silent rocks, the searching stream weaves
A grand design
River going somewhere,
The ocean accepting,
welcome to all
The most exquisite arrangement
River-waves break backwards
A healing pattern
Like a splash of cool water to skin burned by the trivial,
but they magic,
there no lie in these currents
Oh take me to a place,
to a place where the river meets the ocean
To Don and Lulu, Loudon, river and ocean,
Thank you for continually showing us where the high water mark is and giving all of us an answer to the question, “what the hell is water?”
And for teaching us all a little (a lot) about love.
I love you both.