Shell Gall !

Well here we are my little sister. Wow!

We're none of us at sixty yet, but "Geeze!"
We're past that “halfway mark” somewhere, somehow,
most prob-ab-ly that is... - been like a sneeze!

And yet it almost seems to be a life-
-time taken to get where we are just now.
And precious stuff has come and gone - with strife,
but I would like to take the time to bow

before you, whom I've only known to be
determined to speak true, to try to love,
to jump into adventure where you see
it happening - if you could. Yet, a dove

who'd try to be a messenger of peace
while not just glossing over troubles where
they are. You've flown from where you were released,
and come back with an olive twig to share.

I'm really looking forward to this next
bit of the large adventure that we're on.
I know that there will be bits that will test
us to our very core, then we'll be gone.

As babies from their womb-world all around
(where they could never see their mum or dad)
important aspects leave, which fall to ground -
no more umbilical-placentas had.

And all our weak imperfect loves mature.
Our care for others will be true in deed.
The growth of God's good love will be the lure,
the fruit, but also too, the tiny seed.

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