Shadows racing over sand
are thoughts the land is having
that concern the sea.
Ah, but you are right:
sand is pure mineral is of necessity
But for the land, on its behalf,
the thoughts attributed to it
are had by me.
In loco parentis, so we stand
to all that's shadowed by the thought
that time is running out.
There's a time for this
and a time for that,
a time for prayer
and a time for praising,
a time for love
and a time for parting,
a time for the wholeness that we share,
a time to show the world that we care.
There's a time for rhyme and song and sonnet,
for words of long, endearing love,
for words of sadness at our parting,
for words of praise and words of prayer,
for words that speak,
for words we share
in which is the glory
of this and that.
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