50. FOXGLOVE

Her father was looking for her one day

I heard him call her name

I told him I saw her often

He said he wished he could say the same.

He had blue eyes like hers and hair as blond

He seemed kind and gentle too

So I knew that's where she got that from

So I told him what I knew

"She's working building highways

In a town up north from here

She won't be hard to find

They all know and love her there."

It's good sometimes to meet the dad

Of one of these young friends

Especially if they're good folk too

With love that never ends

We tend to love our loved ones deep

But then they go away

And like as not we won't see them

For many and many a day

Life's like that these days

And much it hurts, and much we aught to mend

I find myself confused, amazed

How distantly some roads do wend.

In the dawn with foxglove and the dew

She feels the colors of the day

With heart both old and new,

At the crossroads she may go or stay...

Upon the ever-changing shore she stands

Feel the aching of a thousand worlds

Winged friends cry from the sky's eternal pearls...

Amidst creation she is in the Goddess' hands