Ripping, wrecking waves of current
Dashing, crashing the humble servant---
The lowly sea creature's watery dwelling---
Crushed in pieces from the water's swelling.
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Burning, turning grave of fragments
Filling, spilling in pools so stagnant
Swept in windy, wisps of changing
Tides that come to go in time's raging.
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All that's left in the wake is broken
Hopes and dreams now lost unspoken
Shells with cracked and jagged edges
Sink beneath the skin cloaked dredges.
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Years could pass and none would bother
To search the land, the sand, the water
For the broken pieces that remain
That the fierce tides of time have forever changed.
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Yet One stands true above indifference
And bends down low to touch the bitterness.
His wounded hands---broken to heal
The pieces He finds as with the broken He kneels.
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