Grandmother's Arms
Girl, Young Lady, Wife, Mother, Grandmother and such
Soft, strong and oh so long, tender to the touch
Rocking cradle, Rocking Chair as a lullaby is hummed
While knitting some stockings, the needle sticks her thumb
“Hush, little baby, the time will soon come
When you too, will be blessed with a little one
Let me tell you a story of a little child
Raised on honey and berries that were in the wild
As he grew older and became a man
He lived in the wilderness and ate from the land
Time came when this young man was called to perform
As he gathered the sheep before the storm
Asked by others, “Are you The One
That we should seek who comes from the sun?”
“Nay, said the man,” with a slight grin on his face
I am just a steward called to set up HIS PLACE”
“To whom shall we seek?” the people said
Is it Elisha, the prophet, come back from the dead?”
“Nay!“ again he said, with a stern look on his face
“Of HIM who will come, no one is greater on this earth or from any place
Of HIM whose latchets, you nor I are worthy to lace
Come to the river, where we shall be cleansed
With a splash of the water…Come closer, my friend…..
Ever so gently, she lays down the book
To peek at her Précis…Just a second look
So peaceful, serene and with such beauty and charm
Another child, at rest in Grandmother’s Arms
Copyright © Steven Miller | Year Posted 2009
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