This stunningly beautiful bay, close to the town of Currie, King Island, is named after the British Admiral, an iron clipper ship, which in the wee small hours of 23 May 1874, struck a reef just off the coast. The ship sank in less than half an hour, with the deaths of 79 of the 49 passengers and 39 crew. [See http://www.kingislandmaritimetrail.com/british-admiral or better still, visit King Island.]
Faced with such beauty and such power as we find in the oceans, I am in awe of that greater power that lies behind creation. The words of an ancient songwriter seem an appropriate response in such situations. The first few lines of Psalm 104, written 3,000 years ago, have this to say:
"Bless Yahweh, O my soul.
O Yahweh my God, you are very great.
You clothe yourself with splendour and majesty,
who stretch out the heavens like a tent curtain,
the one who sets beams in the waters, for his upper chambers,
who makes clouds his chariot,
who rides on the wings of the wind,
who makes his messengers the winds
his attendants a flame of fire."