Today while I was out selecting pumpkins with grandson Justin, and then
delivering them to all the grandkids,
this begin to play in my mind.
Crazy?? For sure.
I do know that bide a wee in Gallic
means," my little
place where I live."
My Bide a Wee
To bide a wee, to my bide a wee, to so rest my troubled soul
'Tis a place, a thought, yes a haven, in my sore, restless mind
It's more than a dwelling, a spot on earth, a citadel, my goal
To search every corner of the earth that some would never find
Oh to yet carry bide a wee, my bide a wee to my distant end
Just to open my clouded eyes in the dawn's first light to see
All the great mystery of beauty and grace for me alone to fend
And to know my bide a wee is there, in the mist, waiting for me