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ADVENT

We take to the seas and mind the wild storms
And the calms as they come
For joy is a harbour on a treacherous shore
And water to a man is like love to his soul
One rising wave to the sun's adventurous call

A cat pushes a tiny toy globe with its nose
And all is play to a man
Living with the imminence of his own death
The globe is his garden crown gravestone
And each rosary pearl a new world of wisdom

No need to stand in the dark to see the light
The sight between his eyes
Rests on a bus shelter in this summer rain
He is the stranger in his old school photo
And her perfume but the reminisce of a kiss

The things of life are rarely as good as hoped
Or as bad as we feared
Or as fast as wished or with time to be enjoyed
Yet once more we to the sea damn wild storms
One rising wave to our sun's adventurous call
whale
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