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The Maker
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It's dark
and the Wind
hovers over the waters,
and the Light
on the horizon has shone,
and, having once
sent us sailing,
the Maker
calls us home.

It's deep
and the Wind
blows forth,
and the Light
the way made clear,
and, knowing we couldn't
steer the ship,
the Maker
himself drew near.

It's late
and the Wind
powers us home,
and the Light
helped to see,
and, waiting now
on distant shore,
the Maker,
to embrace you and me.

And now it's time
as we enter the bay
we finally see
all along the way,
the Wind
and the Light
are the Maker,
and together,
He brings us to stay.

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by J. Alan R.

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