standing near the shore
silently warning there be storms,
dangers, hidden shoals and reefs
as those you lovingly oversee
blithely navigate placid seas.
And when
thick fog comes rolling in
you blast a
steady warning notethat guides them surely on their way
from peril to hearth and home.
Ever vigilant, you won’t rest,
watching over till your last breath.
out in a field
beside the curvy road
incongruous midst
power lines and
grazing cows.
I wonder
whose hands
poised it there
to silently,
symbolically,
stand
witness to
God’s grace
and saving
power?
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