This is me, beneath the ray of dusk
Hid in the lea; a nether nest
Under the beholden eye;
The youngest, apple in the bower
And the bond; posterity
Thought forlorn, at home.
“Very well then”, said He, we remember
“Into the hand that roams the earth
But you do not touch the man”.
Neutral only as they may have been
Are crystal waters to life;
The message came of fire from God.
A tear looms in the inner self;
The three have just left.
Copyright © Teresa Pelka
