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with trembling, pretty mouth

and eyes darting all a quiver

I snatch a wee tiny sip

Grand Dad

had he lived

would have called such defensive action

a fortifying nip

one's silent sustenance

likely for the ruin of his liver

so to shore up my much too shaky courage

and place the betterment of the mind

in the lead seat

a role in life

that I

on my better days

would never to which agree

loners only beget the further meant

of solitude

but fear and self entrapment embezzle from

me

my regular good sense

my intellect's pride

though quite battered at the moment

still is so very thankful that the God

that I so adore

in his great love and forgiveness

holds true to his warrior's heart

I know he fights so very hard for me

and I for such complete loyalty

love him only more

no matter how dark my road may appear

nor how undeserving my callous actions

that go before me proclaim

there are such fantastic but unknown

reasons that we are here

and I am more than the mere small sums

of all my earthly parts

this is but one test

and in the school for the spirit

so many more still remain to be taken

its faith for us all

that shall be the finest tutor...........

(July 9, 1999)