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Week 27
we have these ancient ways within,
ocean currents and stars that spin
at dizzying heights they guide us far,
from mountain's peak to sandy bar
we navigate our world with hope,
without exploring we lose our scope
the planet shrinks and boundaries tighten,
our fear of other will surely heighten
go out to your place, make peace,
opportunities will never cease
new experiences every day,
life grows its brilliance along the way
It's an art of minutiae
Reliant on fiducia
My conviction of winds prevail
Carried fourth by persistent gale
With trust that this compass points true
Keeping to headings we pursue
My belief the stars won't blink out
As constellations mark our route
With respect to the mappers chart
And Information there impart
Many small leaps of faith contrive
To keep my reckoning alive