A glance of hidden sunlight, the earth, its seasons due,
The sighing of the willow tree, the ocean, stillness, blue.
As swallows, they’re departing, the skies, now home to few,
The wintery air approaching, the leaves, their hour, adieu.
Ever soft and feathery light, what blessed food is this?
Ground, the rough and broken grain, now, smooth as satin kiss.
Granted for our eating, what no angel could resist,
Sweet manna for the journey, His flesh, the Eucharist.
“Man ate the bread of the angels” ~ Psalm 78:25
“My flesh is real food” ~ John 6:55
Won’t you venture forth with me, a brave adventure, find,
All the sights and sounds and smells, the dreary world, behind.
To seek instead that treasure rich, the deepest forest, wind,
And gain a friend who’s precious, true, the purest gold refined.
Come, stoke this slumbering furnace, again its bellows strain,
A trial by tempest fire, at last, I’m alive again.
Breathing, heaving, burning, with each turn, a deep refrain,
Then even as all is ashes, o how bright, the glory gain!
Trees, their swaying branches, the rustling of the leaves,
Brilliance of the summer sky, the earth in quiet, heaves.
Ears, in earnest seeking, the whispering corn, their sheaves,
The distant cattle lowing, the child, his mother cleaves.
Do you know how much I love you, to count indeed the ways,
How every single dewdrop, a tinge of the sun’s own rays.
While the trees in the countryside, adore, the flowers gaze,
As I, they too, your loveliness, the hours, they turn to days.
Oh twist me round your finger, your puppet, let me be,
Docile to your prompting, a captive yet so free.
For what indeed is freedom, to which heaven should I flee,
In you, I’ve found my resting, your hand, the lock and key.
A world now for the taking, to reap with hearts afire,
To go, its every corner, to arouse the heart’s desire.
With love and grace, unfailing, faith that braves the fire,
To claim the crown of glory, the peace that all aspire.
“I have come to set the earth on fire, and how I wish it were already blazing!” ~ Luke 12:49
Meet me on the other side, as hopes and dreams take flight,
Rising through the fear and doubt, to greet His glorious light.
There among the birds and clouds, free, the summer’s kite,
And laughter will be friend to us, as we touch the celestial height.
Find Hope in every season, the sun, the snow and rain,
The quiet hills and valleys, the mountains and the plain.
Where death and life completing, the harvest, yields the grain,
The pangs of birth renewing, how sweet, the babe’s refrain.