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Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?

Thirty years ago tonight...

Surrounded by the Great Lakes as we are here, and feeling the shake of their waves and a full hour from shore...This day reminds me that in all of our lives, we live epics. We live lives of strength and heroism, whether we struggle to quietly feed our children or we brave our last desperate moments on an ice-slick deck. It's all in the retelling:

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.