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L is for Light
Light at Eventide
Soft and forgiving,
it loves the boats
floating in the estuary.
They would stay without
anchorage.
Acceptance is
smooth as glass,
a shelter palpable and touchable.
The light calls for rest.
Like vespers, it sings:
You have dashed against the rocks,
been rung out on the stones.
In this hour I will carry you
like a mother.
I will shelter you
when darkness settles.
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