Until our virtue ran out
Until we couldn’t laugh
anymoreOr feel so at home
And we had to return
But the secret was revealed
About what makes heaven work
The families in the fields
Planting seeds in an ever-
Changing sheen from the sea
And way out on the periphery
Mercy bringing in the meek
Who reappeared as great waves
And delicate wandering wavelets
Washing our eager feet
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