You’ve come to this shore, longing—
a voice, a word, a sign there is more.
O, were it written on parchment,
your length of days transcribed on a scroll,
that you might follow your own direction
in advance of the journey.
Instead, write this: your name
in the book of life, your tomorrow
blank as sand after the wave.
There is strength in surrendering
to that which is greater.
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