Count them: Inscape

Count them
They are many
Many many many
Or have you forgotten?

You could see them so clearly
Gifts of the Father
Love of the Mother
They filled you up
With protection
Surrender to their shelter
Space to maneuver
And wriggle about in the wonders of life and all of its majesty

Those invisible hands are still ever present
Though you count solely on yourself
You miss the love they afford you
You're quiet escape into yourself
Has left you lonely and abandoned by your own hand. 
Protectionism is an island, 
which no man can inhabit

Fear and loathe not
Sip of her warm cup
Let yourself be swallowed up by her Sea
Someone please remind me
To count them

August 2012

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