My Benevolent Provider
Rippling waters of blue
Between low and high
Reflection’s of my Master
Morning and evening’s tide.
He sits upon the edge
Waters surround him
Fishing deep...
My Benevolent Provider.
Morning’s glory has risen
A water strider
She fishes the deep
With her Benevolent Provider.
Sunsets of crystal blue
Half tide begins to soothe
Sitting upon his pier
His love is for you.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright, 2012