Out of Our Hands
exposedas a tidal-pool starfish
no mortal danger looms
yet nearly so, it seems
clinging
to blessed faith
inherited, cultivated, central
as an anchor through the gale
waiting
learning while leaning
the ways of the waves
tidal turnings of time, of love
returning
with grace and relief
to the safety (and peril) of
the vast and patient sea
knowing
the tides will turn anew
frailty lives beside strength
the phases come in their time
amen
MLS
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