Beloved Giant, Raised on His Feet
The highest form of art echoing the process of divine creation
Let’s celebrate the ideal human form and cherish his wise heir
Let it be a major four day task on a half mile journey path
Let him settle in the meadows and dream alive
Let his focus be the giant beast or the giant warrior
Let him fall because he will stand up from his knees and fight one more time
This massive self was meant to unify, purify, and glorify
But there were tears in his eyes day and night
his sorrows overwhelm his people
he cried out with agony and pleaded for his son
but his cry vanished like a mist on wetland
and as the sun rose there were shadows waiting at the door
the silence answered him and then he stood up wiping the tears from his eyes he gasps
it is finished let life unfold and replaced what was lost
Tapia 