The Watcher
by, linda marie pharaoh-carlson©copyright, all rights reserved
In darkness
doth dwell Golgolith.
Amidst moss green blanketed
palisades and red ferny-fronded shoots.
Velvet green valley's do beckon.
Wispish and breezy-soft
as a whisper in the wind.
Glance quickly.
For a glance is all you'll get.
Of toady brown jumper's
and dewy water skimmer's
hurrying to their appointed rounds.
But
Golgolith haunts and hides
in shadows seen only as mists.
See him upon yon mountaintop
or in the shallow meadows there.
The watcher of all things.
The ponderer of unknowns.
Lumbering and silent
He makes his presence known.
To wee birdie chirper's
and low earth glider's,
and fluttering things
with wings.
And to leaves
clapping time with earth's rhythms
and life's melodic score.
And just how is it that all creatures do dwell
under the shadow of the Most High?
As Behemoth and Leviathan sport about,
nothing escapes his eye.
Blossomy brilliant colors unfold
sending sweet fragrant incense about.
And Golgolith awakens the world
from it's slumber.
To strain towards the heaven's
and touch God's own hand.
Who in His own wisdom
created all,
and all that hath life praise Him.
Look on, oh Golgolith and
stay your post.
And watching ... await
the dawn of a new heaven and earth
and the coming of
our King.
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