Thursday, April 19, 2012

The Autumn Sky.

The autumn sky, a gentle blue,
Has been waiting round for me and you
No harshness of the summer heat
Just soft and tender clouds that meet
And slip by tenderly, not leave a bruise,
A gap, a tear that hints abuse.

Such tenderness is born of God
When Christ His Son our journey trod
Oh Lord may I forever step
With careful measured gentleness
To point the way from star to star
To God Creator, our blessed Father.

Wyn Barratt. April 2012.

1 comment:

Marja Meijers said...

Love this one Wyn. Good reminder that autumn is coming while we are heading well into spring!