Into the deep where silence grows,
Beneath the tide where no light goes,
A world unfolds in shadowed grace,
With secrets lost in time and place.
The ocean sings in ancient tongues,
A lullaby for gods and lungs,
Its breath is cold, its heart is wide,
It holds the storms we hide inside.
The whales intone a mournful sound,
As shipwrecked dreams drift further down,
And coral bones like temples stand,
Built by the tide, not mortal hand.
No sky to mark the rise or fall,
Just dark that stretches over all—
A velvet realm of pressure, sleep,
Where even stars forget to weep.
Yet in that hush, a fire burns,
A pulse beneath the current turns,
As if the deep remembers still
The echo of a human will.
So come, descend, let silence keep
Your name intact, your sorrows steep.
For only those who dare to leap
Can know the truth
within the deep.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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This is a powerful and evocative poem that explores the ocean’s depths as a metaphor for the subconscious, the unknown, and a profound, transformative truth.
The deep is a place of “shadowed grace,” “silence,” and “sleep,” but also where a “fire burns” and a “pulse” turns. It is both a realm of surrender (“let silence keep / Your name intact”) and a place of discovery for those brave enough to seek it (“only those who dare to leap / Can know the truth”).
The poem suggests that true understanding and peace are found not in the light and noise of the surface world, but by courageously descending into the dark, silent, and pressurized depths of existence—or the self.