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
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© 2014 Ronda
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Added on April 10, 2008
Last Updated on March 28, 2014
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