Out Of The Quiver, Into The World
for Christopher & Benjamin
My children are the arrows
I will shoot into an age –
A time I will not travel;
A world I won’t engage.
Over crested mountains,
The contours of this land,
Are beyond my recognition,
Yet not beyond my hand.
As I will shape the arrows,
Notch them in their groove,
Send them through the heavens
So settling my brood.
My children are the arrows
I will shoot into an age –
A time I will not travel;
A world I won’t engage.
Over crested mountains,
The contours of this land,
Are beyond my recognition,
Yet not beyond my hand.
As I will shape the arrows,
Notch them in their groove,
Send them through the heavens
So settling my brood.
posted by dthaase | 8:41 PM
2 Comments:
LOVE IT!
annette
Very nice, especially for another father of two boys. Hope you and Kat are doing well.
Jamie Cain
http://jamiecain.wordpress.com
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