Smoke in the trees arise
As a token of our sacrifice
To the great Goddess,
Who blesses with surf so ceaseless.
Faith once broken by man
Is now renewed and restored
By Her waves of Grace
That overcome the darkest malaise.
Now our hearts ablaze in praise
Like the fires of the sun after the rain.
At last, our search is over
For serenity is found in Her arms.
Amen.
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