A smooth sea ships the late light, berths a tern folded in dropped flight. Earth’s rocking cradle scoops and fills, ferries fledglings, heaves, holds, spills its brood on the open shore, where Spirit’s winds guide home hope’s spring tide, and heaven hatches faith’s orb.
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