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I stand on the shore, and a ship at my side

Spreads its white sails to the ocean wide.

Glamourous object, of wonderful strength,

She shall be gone from our sight at length.

Where? From our sight. In mast, hull, spar,

She is just as large as she was before.

And just as able to carry her freight,

To the port of call where others wait!

As she shrinks from sight, so soon to be gone,

There are other eyes waiting to welcome her home,

And the hearts waiting eagerly all seem to know,

What waits for the vessel that “smaller” grows!

Danielle E. Patenaude

Acts 17:28