Teacher – Protégé

 

Instructor of Life… coach me

  to know the ways of the world – my eyes are blind

  …to wayward ways and dishonesty strike

  endless riffs of discord.

 

Dapper yet Divine, train me to the rhythm

  of your dance, the beat of your music

  the moves of the blues – the cadence of

  the intricate steps of love.

 

Be patient of my slowness, I am light-years

  on a different plane, but as I see

  neither behind nor before: we are in the

  same school of Higher Learning.

 

Take my hand, Priest of Courage and

 spin me about;  the music is still playing.

 Life’s melody  is a school’s “fight song”

 Played as to not give out in the struggle.

 

Risking all – the syllabus before us

  lessons to learn before the end of our term

  glorious grade of triumph in our hearts

  the scale of measure was pass-fail.

 

When it appears over, will I ever fail you?

   did you pass me up? or I you?

   Unlikely.

   we find a new class, new lesson plans

   and classmates for life -

   the teacher defers to the student.

  

   We both make the grade…and graduate

   to blissful eternity.

 

 

 

Copyrighted © October 2003   Amy L. Allison

 

 

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