That’s me!
Marching
Next to my Lord
The great bear.
He takes on many imaginings
Power!
Larger than life
Itself
My mother walks ahead
Oh, she was
A fox
Indeed!
A thing of rare beauty.
Our mission
Us three
Though I alone am seen
Is beyond all reckoning.
He knows
My dear great
Bear of a savior.
I am just the instrument.
A different kind of poem for me, but it kept me hooked. 🙂
A different kind of poem for me, but it kept me hooked. 🙂 Machine tells me this is a duplicate comment, that I’ve already said that. Not! And so what? 🙁
Thanks twice, then Martin!