The Watcher

 The Watcher

  Johnclarestokes

   The field grass tips dripped sweet dew

  Sparkling lush as it fell

  Randomly about the feet 

 of the Watcher entering through 

 The gate seldom used 

  In the old days long forgotten 

  The Watcher came frequently

   The pathway like cattle lines 

 With shade from the Oak tree

   Who made the prayer was unknown 

  Why now after so many years 

  So hardened had we grown 

  Cracked dry the etch from tears 

  And from the houses cries arose

   The Watcher silently stood in shadow

   A bowed head with eyes closed

  As diamonds dropped below 

  It was not considered miraculous  

Not even registering a like 

 It was in reality quite awful  

 This Watcher in the night

   For only God could have sent 

  Such a one to true the scales 

  To make the hardened repent 

  To quiet the poor souls wails

   Afternoon showers came 

  The sun returned with the humid heat 

 But things were not the same

  And what of these diamonds under our feet? https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1CFCNjrAwu/?mibextid=wwXIfr