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I have seen Lifeâs face
Today and I am somber
(Unsettled may be best);
Shall the face of He be so
Bewildered? So
Shadowedâ
So sequestered?
As if I could reach out a
Sparkling arm to Lifeâa lifesaverâ
In timeâbefore his mighty hulk
Descends into the deep
Waterâ? What lies
Beneath my Hope?
What burrows sub-level
In the heartâs wet chambers?
The cold Atlantic water will
Swallow him up, when all he
Ever really wanted was tether,
Dock, harbour. Within
A circle of belonging.
A calm little cove that says:
Welcome.
Again
And again and
Again.
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