“Nothing Else” Poem By: Eric Gajewski

“Nothing Else”

Poem By: Eric Gajewski

O' Sea Grandeur, How with Thee I sail within

Peace, far past extreme, unspeakable, my soul at perfect rest

Blaze Thy Furnace, Thy Fire, Thou art

And with Mary do Ye share, clothing us in Thy Heavenly Vest

O’ Love Divine, sailing thee high seas, Your Love upholds

Suffering this Sacred Wind within, onward now I blow

Leading forth all souls to sail upon, Thy Depths of compassion unknown

O’ Captain of Charity, whose Ark we enter and then embark

In hopes to arrive at thee eternal shore

Accepting those few willing to journey, for upon Thy Ship we all must board

O’ Symphony serene, this unending Melody, a portrait Most Divine

A soul now whose Eyes can only see Thy Oceans blue and deep

Whose needs are only Thee…

Lo' and behold, an eagle so free, from whence I looked for all along

A Love forged upon the saving wood; that needed not any words to write

A Love so strong, Whose Face speaks silently, yet still has no lyrics to its Song

For Thou art All, therefore, pilgrim,

Embrace the "seasons of the soul" for summer shall turn to fall

And bravely plunge inward to the Sea within

Discovering in thy own journey, in Love’s paradox

His freedom, through my denial, Thine Cross and Faith’s victr'y

Which  reigneth  over “self”, death, hell and sin ultimately

Yea, leave thy world, possessions, money with hopes to leave it all

And place thy feet into the shallows of this Water

And taste of Thee, for only He refreshes, so wilst thou now accept thy Captains call?

O' sweet Sea Divine, pour forth thy gentle Waves

Over my soul which give me perfect health

And never mayst I come ashore again, and let Thy tides of Love lead

For here I give the “me” unto Thee, and in Thee I shall want nothing else…