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God built and launched this year for you;
Upon the bridge you stand;
It's your ship, aye, your own ship
And you are in command.
Just what the twelve months' trip will do
Rest wholly, solely, friend with you!
Your log book, kept from day to day
My friend what will it show?
Have you on your appointed way
Made progress...yes or no?
The log will tell, like guiding star,
The sort of Captain that you are.
Contrary winds of oft beset,
Mountainous seas may press,
Fierce storms prevail and false light lure,
You even may know real stress.
Yet, does God's hand hold fast the helm,
There's naught can e'er your ship o'erwhelm.
For weal or woe, this year is yours;
For ship on life's sea;
Your acts, as captain, must decide
Whichever is shall be;
So now, in starting on your trip,
Ask God To help you sail your ship.
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
--Alfred Lord Tennyson
This Year Is Yours
It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose, should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life.
~Rachel Carson
The Pacific Giant Octopus, the largest octopus in the world, grows from the size of pea to a 150 pound behemoth potentially 30 feet across in only two years, its entire life-span.
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