Poised high above the crowd
Ever watchful
For danger lurking around
Ready to sound the alarm
So none receive harm
The watchman takes his stand.

A golden moon hanging low in the sky
Lends a beautiful view
Creating a backdrop of mellow hue
For the vigilant sentinel on guard
Never batting an eye
Lest danger steal in on his watch
And create panic in the land.

The sentinel sounds alarm
When danger comes to cause harm
So the flock can seek refuge
Where safety can be found
In the huge tree close by
With branches high above the ground.

Faithful Is the watchman
Guarding our soul...
The Holy Spirit found within
Whispering when danger of sin
Tempts us to make a mis-step
And cross the line
Set by the Divine.

©Jane Ward Smith
July 23, 2010
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