the waiting
grey light upon sleeping fields
the stillness i have come to love
time and tide cease surcease
peace sits like a glove
shadow sifts like memory
the dog stirs at his chain
and whines and lifts his eyes
for the walk he knows we'll take
though storm clouds steal the skies
and grey light curtains into rain
so waits the world tonight
in darkness and in pain
the world waits for christ
the stillness i have come to love
time and tide cease surcease
peace sits like a glove
shadow sifts like memory
the dog stirs at his chain
and whines and lifts his eyes
for the walk he knows we'll take
though storm clouds steal the skies
and grey light curtains into rain
so waits the world tonight
in darkness and in pain
the world waits for christ
posted by heelers | 1:05 AM
2 Comments:
The world is waiting, but many of its inhabitants aren't. They're just along for the ride, or they're waiting for something entirely different!
You have some good images in this, James. I like the line, "grey light curtains into rain".
Hey Gen.
That line was the one picked out by the abbot of the monastery at Roscrea in the south of Ireland when I showed him this poem!
You have impeccable taste!
And I loved the photo you posted of the letterbox scene on your blog.
J
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