by Washington Snow

Deep river, roll;
rise, ocean wide.
Lift this barge that holds my motherís soul.
Bear it gently to the other side.

Barge, fix your star;
true may you steer,
for the harbor that you seek is far,
and your cargo is profound and dear.

Low breakers, please,
flow to the shore.
Bear her soul to re-remembered peace,
reunited with her Lord once more.

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