William Seed by Christine Day

William Seed by Christine Day

Was his call for me? As he was claimed and swallowed by the sea As I now cry out for him In my grief and salt wet tears

My own ‘little seed’ No resting place can he be given Only the waves enfold him now No mother’s arms to shield him from harm

Nothing remains except these Holy Scriptures But I cling to this one reminder of his being Beseeching that he’d never gone And I’d no Bible left to mourn his empty place