The eternal player

(At the Tennis Court by the beach)

I am Thy offspring blue, god of the sea;
With my descending surge I bow to Thee,
And feel, O Player eternal!
thy Game divine
Blessing the human souls that round Thee shine.
Each 'stroke' of Thine awakes a swift-eyed rose
Of surrender-light to hush our earth-billows
Of time-built ignorance, O mighty Power!
Thy 'service' bestows on dust an immortal shower.
Thy golden Hand's outward and inward 'swings'
Show in thy Body how Spirit's Creation springs.