Hold God Tight

May 16, 2014

Now the flowers comfort me

In the piercing sorrow of my soul,

A song-bird trills its melody

As summer leans into the fall.

Winter here is beautiful

With bracing cold and drift of snow.

The Lenten roses break the lull

Of sleeping rose while fierce winds blow.

I must wake to another Spring

Of beauty more than eye can see

But progress is another thing

Is there still capacity

For inner change towards the Light,

To cling to truth and hold God tight.