In The Valley Of The Lord
. . .
The sky was soft as beauty,
And the lavender lilies were
Praising the Lord singing;
Whose winds echoed back
Lifting them as ministering spirits.
And I stood dazzled in the dell
As the bell of the Divine rung out,
Seeing mist wrapped pansies
Dance along the girt of the valley,
And the sun splendorous with beauty.
. . .
Love Poem 63
I went to my love with the ease of a breeze,
With our pockets full of air
We went to piccalilli fairs
In the coolness of spring,
With our blanket spread out
To gaze into the stars
On each others eyes.
And what little we knew
Gazing through the others eyes,
A thing loftier than any celestial cherub,
A thing deeper than any sunray shine.
I stood looking in the deepest green
Into the air of attending dreams
Where your wings fly in with the wispy clouds,
And I hear melodic sounds
More meaningful than any belief
Could ever know.