WEDNESDAY 3rd JUNE 2009.

I hope to equip him
With specifics enough to catch
And cup wisdom that through him will better itself.

And when his appraisal
Has nurtured and phrased it
Then sense will have vessel as worthy as any it’s known.

Tall children from hill tops,
Or grown in a ground crop, will
Flock with their adults to find and combine with his faith.

Words that once mattered
Will once again batter the flaps
That have captured our ears and in rapture frontiered us,

And freedom long filtered
By illness, and wilted, will hear
And flee the arena of seed where we allowed it to live,

Until crystal, in vision,
It will blend with his mission
And together the whether will become the done.