To the Light We Cling

July 13, 2013

I sat beside a singing rill,

The grass was cool and lush and green.

I felt my soul with wonder fill

At all the beauty I had seen.

Winter in his cloak of white,

A silent man whose heart was chill,

On the frozen landscape of the night

His blanket spread and all was still.

Then Spring arrived, his grand design

Melted by a warmth of love;

A marvel-tinted world was mine

As Summer like a dream of gold

Came fragrant with each flower’s birth

And I remembered none of cold

When Autumn came ablaze on earth.

Though wintry years attend us all

There lives in us an endless Spring,

We harken to the song-birds call

And joyous to the Light we cling.