Dragon's muse
09-10-2006, 07:49 AM
Respecting truth,
i cannot say Your coming
transformed,
within the twinkling of an eye,
the dreary world into a place of beauty--
where stars were pins
to hang the rainbows by.
No song of splendour burst upon the instant
You shyly,
for the first time,
touched my lips;
nor did the cares and worries,
ever pressing,
flee at the pressure of Your fingers.
Yet, loving truth,
i must in truth remember
how,
with Your coming,
life seemed newly filled
with more of hope
and
less of routine burdens;
within myself the old revolt was quite stilled.
Nor can i forget how You --
firmly,
surely
with steady hand
opened faith's closed door
that i,
serene,
might gaze
into bright shadow
where only
darkened sunlight was before.
i cannot say Your coming
transformed,
within the twinkling of an eye,
the dreary world into a place of beauty--
where stars were pins
to hang the rainbows by.
No song of splendour burst upon the instant
You shyly,
for the first time,
touched my lips;
nor did the cares and worries,
ever pressing,
flee at the pressure of Your fingers.
Yet, loving truth,
i must in truth remember
how,
with Your coming,
life seemed newly filled
with more of hope
and
less of routine burdens;
within myself the old revolt was quite stilled.
Nor can i forget how You --
firmly,
surely
with steady hand
opened faith's closed door
that i,
serene,
might gaze
into bright shadow
where only
darkened sunlight was before.