Who calls each one by name

Some friendships never die,
But linger on;
We return to the dock
After a long absence
To find the old friends waiting here,
A graceful invitation,
As if we’d never left.
What gentle hand has tied them here?
Who calls each one by name,
And restores their paint;
Who takes them in
To protect them from the storm,
Then safely guides them to the dock again
To enjoy the calm reflecting seas
and sparkle in the morning sun
Awaiting the paddlers soon to come?


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