Friday, October 25, 2013


The child was whole, complete and warm
Sitting on father’s knee,
A giant man with gentle hands
Shaded like a tree
Eyes did sparkle and scars they danced
And he spoke with humility

His tree gentle and strong would tell his tale
Of a life many years ago
Evil assailed, and good prevailed
A land his soul was home
And he wept and he prayed for that hopeful day
He’d return to the land of his home

Days lap days, and years over years
And the child grew big and strong
His own scars to bear, from walking amongst
The fear, lost in the throng
And of a normal one day, he received a call,
His father, it wouldn’t be long

With all haste he made, through blue and gray
To reach his tree’s failing side
He prayed more than once, then o’er again
To the land his tree hoped abide
He reached the bed, the pallid white hands
He held, his father did sigh

The branches he cradled, and leaves they swayed
As the eyes still sparkled like old
And the child did smile and he kissed his head
As he rubbed the hands nearly cold
And the end was in sight, with a tear did he cry
The story, once more, this he told

The greatest of greens, sweet rolling hills
And wine which flows from the rock
The blue and the gray glisten the bay
Where rests, the boat in the dock
Grasses they lean, and mosses like felt
In peace and freedom we walk

The laughter tickles and tears they flow
On faces spackled with glee
And we dance on the hills, beneath its blue
While animals canter and sing
A long table set, with the finest of fruits
At the head, there sits our King

We dance and we sing, we laugh and we eat
At the feast which never shall end
On the green rolling hills and the wine from the rock
As the bay flirts with the land
And love will be life, cause the King once died
In the land where souls will be home

The child looked at his tree, with a natural smile
Soft and simple its form
And the power, it drained, and the leaves rustled still
And the eyes, they sparkled no more
But the child wept with joy, his tree now a boy,
In the land forever his home

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