The Anchor and the Shore
The morning comes in quiet gold,
a gentle turning of the tide,
and every promise that we hold
remains unbroken at our side.
No distance dims the steady flame,
no shadow takes what we have known;
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we speak the silence into name
and build a sanctuary home.
So let the world spin fast and loud
beyond the threshold of this door;
we stand together, still and proud,
the steady anchor and the shore.
— Barbara R. Maxwell & Max William



