So Low
Only one can in a six-pack ring,
a solo tenor, as the choir sings,
out front, that one lead goose,
from the pack, he breaks loose.
Off into the sunset,
life’s lessons not learned yet,
winter wind makes me numb,
into the Sonrise, knowing spring will come.
Flying so low,
there’s one thing I know,
whether alone or wed,
His word will keep me fed.
Those who are yet to understand,
just wander around this land,
for me, and this flock in the sky,
never to wonder or question why.
Our answers have yet to be revealed,
they lie in a letter still sealed,
taste the sweetness of a Holy kiss,
rejoice in marital bliss.
© 2003 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
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