inspirational poetry

sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
when, full of warm and eager love
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
at dawn, he said
rocked in the cradle of the deep
i walk down the garden paths
some of the hurts you have cured
by the shore, by the sea
if the red slayer think he slays
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
up to her chamber window