A Blessing

Tall and lean he stands before me.

Waiting to bestow his blessing

On this child's soft golden head.

Words of wisdom are not said lightly,

But come now fluently

From beneath his breath.

Oh what prophesy brought before me,

For this child's exhaulted life.

What adventure will salute her

As she strives for what is right.

Come now breathren

Come and heed him,

Hear the words the sage hath spake.

For his blessisng upon my baby

Surely is a warning to take.





The End

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