He was a giant of a man
loomed over every horizon
like a beacon, cast an
unwavering light in the
seasons of my blindness
held me up to the stars
and the moon
said,
see here,
this is my son –
I remained where
his feet were rooted
in the earth, in the fields
and the streams amongst the trees,
content to grow in his countenance.
©18 July 2007, I.D. Carswell
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