A Test - Poem by Cambridge Keenan
Exuberance so giddy make way for harsh reality of life,
Oh heart that followeth a dreamer of dreams,
A whisperer of things too lovely to embrace them not is impossible,
For my own creative juices flow forth as a river onfire.
Oh my heart what is your trouble? your worries? your fear....
I am pregneant from his words, his weave inside me, ever deep.
A miracle be born from my barren womb, speeding forth, born of iniquity
Brought forward, a newborn babe,
Wrap her in dignity, honor, loyalty, and strength.
She is a straight arrow in her daddys Quiver...
He protects her, as gold upon his finger, he seals his love for her.
Together, joined as one, they ward off strife... and division, it shall not survive,
For he has an arrow in his quiver, his back is covered with her strength,
Mercy, and grace steady his foot for the test,
On his head is the helmet which saves him,
His sword is piercing to the bone,
The trial long and fierce,
But he has an arrow in his quiver...
The watchman is keeping watch as time ticks by,
Minute by minute, hour by hour,
The Tested becomes the Tester,
Time be the test,
Tride and True be the Prized reward
for thier love.
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