The prayer of a lost Leviathan

My Creator,
when you made sea monsters for sport, why
would you not make me buoyant,
flattening the waves,
smoothing surfaces, resting
zen-like on the moon’s reflection, bathed
beautiful by her silver light; why not
fiercely playful, breaking unexpectedly,
tossing aircraft carriers after their cargo,
catching men and women on my tongue,
roaring laughter as I lay them out on life rafts;
why did you not make me deeper, less
defenseless against downbearing pressure,
the weight of salt water rusting my scales,
crushing my heart within its own cavity,
turning me into a fossil of my own, ancient self?

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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