As challenges become crises and
crises conquests,
the dim dusk light
glows over the coals that once
kept both mind and matter warm.
A lonely sandpiper sweeps
the incoming and outgoing seas of
age.
The oceans of comfort, control and condition
are now the floodtides of emotion,
and consolation.
written sometime in 1979
from "Echoes From the Belltower"
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