Sea Song

(for Justin)

 

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Come, grow old with me
in a salty shanty by the broken sea.

I’ll braid my hair,
silver as moon sliver.
You’ll hold my papered hands
between your own.
We’ll watch our children, grown
(and children of their own)
seeking treasures in the sand.

We’ll weave stories
and hum songs
and walk for miles
along the shores of all
we’ve known;
palm psalms
and watch the sun
dunk herself each eve.

We’ll love,
and only leave
when He says
Come, and be with Me
in a perfect shanty on Heaven’s sea.

 

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