Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep,
where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?
― Fanny Crosby
When my days become an afterglow, and I a memory,
scatter my ashes upon those wind-teased waves
that raise the fiery, sunrise tides beyond the nearest
far horizon. I’ll be a shell returning to the sea,
cruising its antique surface where, below me, Continue reading “Craig Steele, Summer 2016”