“When you live with an ocean,” Ensign, June 1983, 43
When you live with an ocean
there is undeniably a line in your life
a point defining the parameter
of your existence
an orderly demarcation
across which you cannot go
for when you move towards it
it recedes before you
always remaining
defining water and sky
the known and the unknown
the finite and beyond.
It is always there
across the vision of your world
unyielding, changeless, no
erratic angle in your life
just this gentle curve
the fence about your yearning
the boundary of all striving.
So it is with some admiration
I perceive the fact that
islanders know the round ocean
not for its restriction upon them
but rather for the challenge
in its horizon.