The lights along the shore at night
Make spokes of flame upon the sea;
These twinkling shafts all radiate
From where I stand, the hub of me.
Imagination the long rim
So swiftly treads a road of stars
The wheel kicks up the years like hills,
The dust of peace, the drift of wars.
The spokes now probe around for God
And in that nest of search I lie
Close to the miracle of the man
Who walked the waters and the sky.
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