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Coming to Rest

Each night I lie by an ocean
Swaying sidelong in èmotion
Round all the earth of thought.
Tracking far-off moon in a dream,
She swells. In her tides, the theme
Fell tales tell, brought
From farther-off impressioning star:
“God gìves hope when comfort is far,
Grows faith for when it’s naught.”
And the ocean groans against the land,
Slides, pushes, grabs my hand,
Strains with love, tìll still and taut.

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