The Tall Canopy One Last Gift ©Sharon Rose

I

Many early heritages,

A place kept w/ care. In

a meadow with Fullness;

peace. Flowers grace/

blooms in spring. Branches

gnarly at every turn.

Fifty feet of height over

quiet restful grass. dears;

lie beneath rigid, stoic are

our writers, and pioneers,

artists, workers of His

righteousness all are

sleeping well among

oaks. Our dear loves.

The tall canopy first

met my eyes in the

whirlwind tour hosted

by my Beloved. Also

tall convincing, wooing

me to stay. You see the

water, every day all day;

every day, all day, you see

the water.

II

Under the canopy rest

newer sorts, some rich,

some poor, some not

rich nor poor. As they

gaze, listening closely

you will hear; “You see

the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.”

Some view! Heavenly

sights, no restraints,

travelers flying by;

above and below, “You

see the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.”

Gnarly branches reach out

Waving as winds move

leaves. Some hear, “You see

the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.” 

"You two boys better get

away from that water."

The dear was not ready.

 

III

Oh, the dear waited

and waited, all day long,

as He waited for dear

to decide when to meet

Him again. Calmly,

peacefully, He patiently

came back there,

time after time, until

dear was ready to

see the water, every day,

all day, every day, all day.

Joining all who were

so obviously waiting.

Everyday one would

ask, "Are you ready?"

Dear; would say,"Not yet,

I will be there, soon. Don't 

rush me." Quietly dear

exhales and rejoins into

the young happy spirit

from whence; all forms

of life in this planet

find all life origins.