I see the silver tree-tops.
I watch the play of light
On leaves and branches
Lofted to the sky
Dark, dull, and dreary.
There they shine.
They glow
Against a low’ring gloom
Of clouded night.
They stand, uphold
Reflections of
A distant light.
Yearly Archives: 2005
~ To Ashley and Hannah, who gave me this picture of trust*
I held you, Little One, today, And you watched the world from my arms. And I walked and I rocked you, There you lay, and there I, And I saw as I held you
As so many unknowns
Passed you by on their way
To and fro, you looked on unalarmed.
And you, dearest child,
Slowly settled your weight against me,
Laid your head on my shoulder,
And for the first time
In my arms let yourself drift to sleep.
In a quiet and deep-settled calm,
Stood and treasured the moments
I found in the trust
Of your rest to give shelter and hold.
That the gladness I felt
Welling up just in giving you care
Could not ever come close
To the joy that God finds
When I trust and let Him hold me near.
‘Midst branches bare and brown,
With twigs a-tangle in the mist
They float – frail bits of parchment
Traced with wettened water twists
That track to where drips drop themselves
From faded tips to seek the ground
Where all the other autumn leaves
Adorn the dirt, now layer-gowned.
And still the air-borne pale ones cling;
The branch-bound deck their trees with rows
Of whitened gold that sun’s return
Will catch inside and set a-glow.