https://www.britannica.com/event/Synod-of-Whitby
My blue mug’s striped like sea and sandy shore
I love my memories of expansive sands
The mug is round so it can hold much more
The image of the mug opens a door
To access spaces where my dreams command
My blue mug’s striped like sea and sandy shore
Stretched blueness takes me to my deepest core
Where by my inner heart I understand
The mug is rounded well and gives me more.
On the beach, the salt stuck to my pores
Like Whitby where my spectacles were gummed
My blue mug’s striped like sea and sandy shore
The Synod of historic Christian lore
Held at Whitby where tall cliffs descend
Reminds us how the inter-faith’s still sore.
And how my deepest thoughts are made disband
To submit to God and that beloved hand
My blue mug’s striped like sea and sandy shore
The mug is holding memories that allu
