On looking at the eternal sea Each wave I see configures me. I am a vessel most divine. Easter morn and humility Are my spirit's inner sign But outwardly I am no more Than a walking shadow moving slow, And yet I have been here before Learning slowly how to grow Into the image He has cast With Grace supreme as with all Who would the shackles of the past Discard on hearing the inner call, Compassionate and filled with calm Melodious as a simple psalm.
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