Your innocent majesty
is awe inspiring to me,
Though it is hard for you to see,
how strong I am, though small I be

You draw me tight beneath your wing,
to guide, to teach that I may sing
And yet you do not realize,
that which I know, despite my size

That even as you shelter me,
from the onslaught of the rushing sea
That I splint your shattered leg,
as I softly,
for your solace beg,
Supporting you, that shelters me.

12/26/2001

Posted on 12/26/2001
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