Each day, a dance with time.
The ever strive to be present,
Admist rain or shine.
The surging of the ocean,
The ebbing of the tide,
The work that I am given,
The Flow that is Divine.
We all, absolutely children.
We all, absolutely Thine.
Enfolded within the Trinity.
The fourth man in the fire of God.
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