Inspired by going past a bleak look lake Ontario just outside of Toronto on the train from last week. I give to you all, Prayer of the Ocean
May your loads be light and your love be deep.
Maybe your journeys have little trouble.
Your home is with us, inside of your heart,
Where cradle of sweet bedrock and ocean spray blow.
And the lull of the tide and the breeze takes you fro.
Come home, come home, my sweet silly boy,
Your journey is soon at its end.