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No ocean neath falls Or sand drops ere out of place Beneath the cresting Turning waves inadequate All is home in tidal place
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Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
Ocean Skies A Tanka (S7)
No ocean neath falls Or sand drops ere out of place Beneath the cresting Turning waves inadequate All is home in tidal place
Originating from the idea that God knows the location of every single grain of sand in the ocean (and beyond). This one speaks to the idea that we are all homeless in mind, but that through trust in him, we can find a home just about anywhere. Through faith, he makes our location home. Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.
colmistoirm
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Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
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