Royce John Rull

At the first light of your story,
Rays of sunlight rush eagerly in.

Dreams and distance will call to you—
To walk the near and narrow,
To reach far and wide.

Greatness will be your playground,
Free and anchored in the warmth of the Son,
With the imagination to weave tapestries of legend.

Your laughter will tame tumultuous tides,
Your smile will melt monstrous mountains.

Light will follow you all your days.

To one little explorer and sailor—
Cheeky cheers to Miles Bradford Taylor.

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