Held

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Putting down,

for tonight,

all the

"Which way is up"

curling up in the bottom of my boat

staying dry as best I can

to drift through another moonless night

bereft of bearings

only a scattering of seemingly disjointed stars...

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep...

Tucking torn and tattered wings in tight

I close my eyes against this night

and feel,

underneath me,

the swell and the sway,

the rocking,

of The Everlasting Arms...

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"Lead, Kindly Light, amidst th'encircling gloom

Lead Thou me on

The night is dark and I am far from Home

Lead Thou me on"

~John Henry Newman 1833