Thought impressions in the sand
Approached the sea,
With trembling hands,
I knelt beside the water's edge
To grasp the waves which lay ahead.
Thought how You had given me
The imprint of Your Master-Key.
That fits every neglected latch,
Each half forgotten house, detached.
Thought how human perfume looms
On every wall, room by room.
Your pleasant fragrance everywhere,
As I reflect in quiet prayer.
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