EASTERN SKY

I walked by the lake the other day,
You by my side, real or imaginary I cannot tell.
We saw the sunrise, deep crimson,
Mirrored from the sky on the lake,
The wave crests were of a paler hue.
The wind rustled in the leafy trees,
The air heavy with blossoms of spring.
The birds sang with orchestral beauty,
The breaking of the waves being timpani.
Hand in hand we wandered in this heavenly place.
Knowing God loved us.
The dew on the grass waking the trillium
Tangled around our feet.
We gazed at the rising sun in the eastern sky,
Methought for one moment we saw the saviour,
His wounded hands out stretched in love,
Accepting us as His own beloved children
Walking on the straight and narrow path.

Ann Margetson
November 1994
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