Wispy white clouds
a golden, brilliant sun
slowly surrender
to twilight
and there you are
white wafer moon
greeting me
like you have greeted
my father,
his father,
my people,
all people,
since the beginning,
bearing witness
guiding tribes
the pink wave
paints the Great Plains
under your nightlight,
parents hide eggs
for children,
a Sunday delight
the prayers of millions
will be said
soft and slow
for those delivered
safely
for the One who gave up
bravely
within your sight.
By Mary E. Lohan
No comments:
Post a Comment