He spoke in whispers darker than the deep,
And oceans trembled at the sound of His breath.
Waves rose like praise upon crystalline lips,
Dancing to the rhythm of His heartbeat.
Sunlight scattered diamonds on crests of blue,
Each sparkle a testament to His artistry.
Beneath the surface, currents swirled in awe,
Invisible hands guiding every surge.
Seafoam bowed low at the touch of His fingers,
Drifting ashore with stories of creation.
Moonlight, His lamp, pulled tides into submission,
Aligning earth’s waters with heaven’s decree.
In every roar and lull of the vast expanse,
I feel His power—gentle yet uncontainable.
For all of nature bows to that sovereign hand,
And even oceans move at His command.
©heavenecho
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