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Watchchild
Posted on December 4, 2014 at 11:05 PM |
Who taught you, little child
Just how to dance and play
Amongst the autumn colours
Or in the summer rays
Who told you, little child
That when it starts to rain
To turn your face towards the sky
And then to dance again
.
Lift your eyes, O Watchchild
Keep the truth in sight
Guard your heart against the dark
Turn towards the light
.
Who taught you, little child
That storm clouds should be feared
And all you see with wonder
Is dangerous and weird
Who told you, little child
Dark things you could not name
So when the rain began to fall
You dared not dance again
.
Lift your eyes, O Watchchild
Keep the truth in sight
Guard your heart against the dark
Turn towards the light
.
Who taught you, little child
To search for something more
That power and possessions
Determined who was poor
Who told you, little child
Please child! Don’t be tamed
The sun will turn the day anew
Until then, dance again
.
Lift your eyes, O Watchchild
Keep the truth in sight
Guard your heart against the dark
Turn towards the light
.
Who taught you, little child
To show men how to play
To hold their hand so softly
And whisper, ‘it’s okay’
Who told you, little child
The clouds can’t be contained
The rain will kiss the earth once more-
And all will dance again
.
Lift your eyes, O Watchchild
Teach the people right
Watch the colours fill the sky
Dance again tonight
.
Lift your eyes, O Watchchild
Keep the truth in sight
Guard your heart against the dark
Turn towards the light
.
.
.
© Jo Sarah Stanford 2014
Categories: Poetry
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