Poem for Parents

Like the sky that burns red so that the earth stays cool,
And its bluest color tells how hot is the noon;
Like the lightning rod that takes the bolt to the ground,
And the concrete slabs that take the beatings of storms,
He stands to cover, to comfort, and to calm,
And asks for nothing, giving all.

Her womb is God’s crucible where a child is formed,
Her bosom is the place where comfort is found,
Her lips pour wisdom that guards our soul
And sets it on track to reach life’s goal.

“My son, hear the instruction of your father,
And do not forsake the law of your mother” (Pro.1:8)

(c) June 13, 2017


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