My Son Poem by Ezekiel Geoffrey

Thou whom I knew when thy fate was like the dew, who was meek and small, thy fate was within these hands made wall. How large thy store have grown beyond the pillars of these hands, that guarded thee at night and dawn when innocence thy witness was fertile as the lands. Son how far art thou is, where are the magic or love thou hath seen, grown yea my spirit unto thy stirred heart, incline thy ear to my wanderings. What became of thee my son? thou hath part along with the seasons. Were love not undivided as the seas born? were thou not taught living by means? Dreams and wishes are but extra burdens, life is fair if love been nurtured strengthens weakness in thy elbow and distorted future, and unto the days when thou will be mature. Pity upon my forsaken world where there lay waste so much fantasy, if thou been hardened upon my blood still for mother's sake embrace mercy. If other and time forsakes my pains are sweet for me as cakes, when joy of labor heals my wounds and love which binds us bonds. If life opens its mouth wide as the seas sail in the sail of love along with me, if the world frightens you wild lay safe on my arms my child. My son my one and only, it is this mercy which accompany me. If thou hearken to my instruction holy, that which made thee what thou will be.