"The Bahamas" - Bahamas AI Image/Adobe PS
©A. Derek Catalano
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Blessed Bahamas
I. The Spiritual Spark
Where the Great Bahama Bank meets the deep,
And the secrets of the ancient corals sleep,
A spirit moves upon the liquid glass,
Watching the seasons and the centuries pass.
The Lucayan ghosts in the limestone caves
Still hum to the rhythm of the turquoise waves,
While the steeple bells in the Sunday sun
Proclaim that the work of the Soul is done.
In the hush of the pine barrens, tall and still,
One feels the touch of a higher Will.
It is written in the salt of the morning spray,
In the fiery end of a tropical day.
To the believer, the islands are more than sand,
They are the print of a Creator’s hand—
A sanctuary where the weary may find
A sabbath for the heart and a balm for the mind.
