THE HOUSE WITH A VIEW
High on a bluff the small house stood,
Hardly worth calling attention to,
Part of the natural terrain.
Over the years it had weathered,
It had character
lines like a tree,
Then, as it aged, the little house grayed,
by the salt from the sea,
Its backdrop was the ocean,
Which constantly changed with
A real Camelot, this wonderful spot,
This place of marvelous
Location! Location! Location!
The main reason
they bought the place,
They loved the house and surrounding
Its view, a true gift of grace.
The first thing every morning,
He'd put the coffee pot
"Get up, darling," he'd call,
"You don't want to miss the
Then he'd take two cups of coffee
Direct to the outside
She'd join him there in her robe,
And they'd sit and
They'd catch their breaths and sigh,
At the scene
stretched out below,
For the sun upon the water
Brought forth a special glow.
Like the crown jewels of Europe,
The sea sparkled and gleamed,
And with each motion of the ocean,
Huge waves rolled in the distance,
crept into shore,
The sea air sharp and refreshing,
renewed and restored.
They'd quietly sip their coffee,
Often lost in fanciful
Sometimes one remarked to the other
On the wondrous
beauty God wrought.
If the day were stormy and gray,
The sea would totally
The waves would vie with each other,
For size and power and range.
The temper and mood of the ocean
Always affected the
Who were torn between thrills and chills,
When a wild tempest blew
The fury and madness of nature,
Unleashed and free and
Caused their hearts to beat even faster,
With each crashing
and smashing wave.
At the height and peak of the storm,
The noise and sounds were ear-splitting,
And the flashes and streaks of lightning
Were awesomely frightful ... but fitting.
A storm like this on the ocean
Though viewed safely
from the shore,
Was a mighty God-fearing event,
And humbling to the
Some days there'd be on display
Monstrous, migrating whales,
Or gregarious, dancing porpoises,
With lovely, light silver tails.
The ocean next at sunset
Brought again more wondrous views
As each twilight then presented
Multi-colors, tones, and hues.
The very essence of the sea
Was mysteriously revealed,
To those observers on the deck,
Who loved its zest and zeal.
Oh, so huge the ocean,
Oh, so small the man,
Oh, so great the vision
Of God's almighty hand.
The two would sit upon the deck,
In revered and total awe,
They knew the view of what they saw
Was truly a view of God.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright February 2003