Twas A Voice, Schoolmasterly Poem by james watkin

Twas A Voice, Schoolmasterly



Scale a bough; and hold onto this
Astoundment, forevermore.
A curtain of leaf, parted for:
Life, and its glory, nested.

So in this world have I placed you.
With loving care, and foresight.
Who's hope, on those wings of desire
Purist, will show you upborne.
Mark! Angels o'er your own new-born
Into hushed awe, too, are led.

Sunday, August 7, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: child,god,tree
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james watkin

james watkin

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