Monday, 5 May 2008


Thus far
And no
For here shall thy proud waves
Be stayed – not always
At the cliff wall
But often in the beaches
And the mothering arms of a bay
Yielding to the tide,
Taking the force, but finally,
Holding the line;
Sometimes meeting, turning, eddying
In the estuary's flow
Allowing the far valleys to fill and fill with water
Till the turn
Then rushing forward along with the river's flood.
Thus far
Thus are God's ways:

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