Grandfather Spirit

by Morgan

Grandfather Spirit

Tall, Olden Spire,

Grandfather Spirit,

Towering over me as I plod,

Gracing my efforts with Dappled Shade

When the Sun beats down to scorch in blistering Tirade.

Protecting my languishing with Embracing Arms

When the Gales blow from the North to Twist and harm.

Singing in Sweet Mystery to ease my childlike fears

When hoarfrost Gathers and jagged ice falls and tears.

Living Master

Of Time, Resisting,

Watching, Silent, as I toil,

Spreading your Loving Boughs in Resplendent Hue,

Claim our seeking avarice before there are far too few,

Of You.

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. . . Breathtaking Photography by:  Carlos Henrique Reinesch on Deviantart.com

3 Comments to “Grandfather Spirit”

  1. I adore this! Fabulous comparisons and individualism! Bravo friend ! Again captivated by your writing ~ Sincerely Debbie

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