The Giants

The Giants

A Poem by Ronda

The invisible, glorious and powerfully divine God


carefully gazes upon the large spinning globe

scanning the crowded cities and countries

for all the forgotten and brittle survivors,

when his keen eyes fall upon a vision;

one weathered space that envelopes

one insignificant & hopeful mother

guarding one precious, tiny child

from a blustery and cold world

full of vicious, teeth bearing

villains who are in every

skillfully folded crease

of the green earth

they like to call

The Giants

 
 

© 2014 Ronda


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Added on April 10, 2008
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