for gail a miracle

what matters is that we have reached the shore
and seen the waves that break upon the sand
the miracle of sea that touches land
and then goes back and touches it once more
it is enough to find that i adore
the sight of you the touch of your soft hand
this is a thing that i could not demand
all i desire and then a gift of more
what i can say is said by better men
no doubt of that but still the words must come
and i must say them here and set them free
there is so much that just escapes the pen
i want to speak but feel i am struck dumb
just overwhelmed by what seems a vast sea

this is our purpose

a vision leads us onward to the gate
this is the crowning moment of the day
we are the makers both of time and fate

to slay the past and clear the filthy slate
has been our task has given us our sway
a vision leads us onward to the gate

and what we see there will not let us wait
but draws us into speech and what we say
we are the makers both of time and fate

you might expect that someone would berate
our tardy action curse our mortal clay
a vision leads us onward to the gate

where we can rest and set down all our freight
knowing that now we cannot go astray
we are the makers both of time and fate

this is the moment this is the true date
of our achievement of the human way
a vision leads us onward to the gate
we are the makers both of time and fate