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Though it is far off
The wave still rushes for the shore
And all of us caught
Between its place and its goal
Must make our choice:
We dance along the rolling surface
Or we tumble and churn in a choking ballet
We choose grace
Though fatigue whispers “give up”
We choose that dance
The hope of balance
In the face of the inevitable
We choose to become a force
One body, one wave, one motion
Crashing forward into the day –
Caroline A. Slee