Cheerfully she soars, gleefully glides
Over roaring sea, despite raging storm
That's the strength I need, Lord
To strive in today's tumult.

Blue to black the sea turns,
throws up mud, dirt, and debris.
But the seagull eyes sumptuous feast,
as fish turns belly up.

The horizon turns dark,
winds gather momentum.
Still no room for despair
God's feast has just begun.

Flap not anymore, spread wings and glide
This wind is for that.
Take eyes of the breakers
see, the feast that the waves hold up.

(A poem on the seagul by Paulson Pulikottil).