POEM
The sun will rise and set this day
The sap will flow unseen
to clothe the coffee bark of stark and wintry trees
anew
a primorous virgin green
And I shall flow with morning, afternoon
and twilight cast
in trust that to your ocean warm and wide
of love
return I must
With all my love to Thee
silken lily, touch of grace
Living proof of life’s kindness
Who, tho she’d threshed not long ago
and flailed
with unconcern for years of guarded harvests burnt
returned in June to stroke my cheek
with love’s new bliss
And brought a voice, a form,
a feeling bare and strong
to me…a name, a face
the One amid the throng.
