Today the hole is visible

 

As one more time we ken

 

What once seemed indivisible,

 

Is loosed and torn again.

 

The drum that struck the cadence

 

Of family’s purposed gate

 

Provides yet still the valence

 

That binds we marchers’ fate.

 

But silence now is stronger

 

Since rhythm’s final beat.

 

We find our strides are longer

 

Though sorrow girds our feet.

 

For years of rote instruction

 

And gentle guiding mark

 

Have built a sound construction

 

And builder’s path to hark.

 

Though walk we now all parted

 

From crashing shores he knew

 

We sew the pearl seeds charted

 

 

We trouble not how far afield

 

His issue flies from home

 

As ever, errant hearts will yield

 

To sand, and sea and foam

 

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