The gray dove is on the wing
singing her sad song.
The relentless sky threatens storms
and the morning comes too slow.
I will be with you in the darkness.
I will be with you in the storm.
I was destined to be your guardian
on our too brief journey through life,
a charge I heartily embraced.
I spread my wings above you
like a mother swan,
like an archangel, with thunder
and fire behind me.
Nothing will touch you.



Syd Weedon
12/24/21