BOATS AND HEARTS The boats that sail From heart to heart Depend upon A quiet sea. When storms arise, Where can I find A heart To port My boat? God, Help me feel All boats Are sailing In Your boundless Ocean-Heart! There is an Art Of boats and hearts, And yet a helplessness In storms. My, heart, I know How you desire Bright sun And placid seas For boats To slip into A port they can Call home.
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