in the day,
or the year,
or my life;
does it matter?
I feel the sun begin to fade,
the clouds and dark collaborate
for one last grand finale;
my ship is coming home to roost,
its journey nearing end,
and I still have this sense
that filled me with rejoicing once
and fills me still
(when I take time to look)
that You are there --
in clouds and shadows,
seas and silhouettes;
that through it all
some Divine plan
is bringing each of us
safely home to love.
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