when the sky grows dark,

stars blink to life,

the roaring tide comes in,

gulls cry out, buoyed by evening winds,

shell-hunters scour the sands for fresh wares,

letting the hungry waves lick at their toes,

the light on the ocean,

a fallen fragment of moonshine,

reminds us that we are, like hope

unsinkable

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    David Robson

    lovely
    *Reverend Canon Dr. David John Robson* *Gracefully retired!*

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