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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.
God moves, the blunt ice breaks
when Christ melts its glaze of sleep,
and Love’s smile forever wakes
the frozen face of the deep.*
