Precious be his precipice
from this place where he stands
once upon childhood's bliss
seeing with eyes of a young man
Precious be his precipice
as tall and straight as an arrow
focusing gaze to not miss
with wings to fly of a sparrow
Precious be his precipice
alone and mighty in his power
nature he is wise to enlist
upon this rock he does tower
Precious be his precipice
fearless in his new strength
setting sun his cheek to kiss
light will reach to any length
Precious be his precipice
unsure of new rocky terrain
water he may have missed
land to never see, again
Precious be his precipice
knowing he has far to go
gentleness' light does drift
casting shadows that grow.
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
p.s.
I discovered my loving lens, locking knowing eyes, over the rocky shoreline, entering towards English Bay, last week. Coming upon the sweetest silhouette of my tall and tender-hearted son. One 14 year young man, stretching his size 10 feet. Clamouring upon jagged rocks with the effortless ease of a Billy Goat, far from gruff. Comfortable in his own skin and shoes. All too soon, to grow into yet, another perfect pair.
How could my consciousness-raising camera not help to catch up to sunset's resounding applause? As last twilight cast her spell upon boyhood's ageless wonder, true and fair!
K.M.
p.p.s.
I pause to ponder and reflect upon what it must have been like for Mother's of another era .. Or in another part of this seemingly often un-Godly earth .. As they watch their own beloved son's leave the safe harbour of blessed home.. To prepare for war or some other ungainly cause.
Simply, imagine ..?
And, this footnote of magical mine .. is merely finding joy in memorizing a few of my own shining son's first footprints of puberty!!!
K.M.
"I can't relax if you keep stealing my grapes"
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