Me the Fool
Innermost visions beckoning
That their would be a future day of reckoning
In their souls I felt their fear
As these mothers held their children dear
Hiding from what was near
I could not grasp
Why I could feel their pain
A image so frightening
My days became harder to maintain
I Knew it was my task...
Who could I ask...
I put it on paper
An prayed to my Maker
Why give me this tool
Me the fool
I offer to you
My love which is true
And
~Morning Dew~
My Lord....
Lead my way ... Bless my day....
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015
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