WHEN WE STOOD IN THE BRANCHING SUN

 

WHEN WE STOOD IN THE BRANCHING SUN

When we stood in the branching sun

We did not know our race had begun

We did not know

Lifting the shadows from the hill

You were with us even still

When in the evening we could not stand.

Time has measured such a span

From then till now

Though we falter, fall and cry

Like wounded birds from terrestrial skies

The flight of the soul is undeterred

We lean on your imperishable word

And long for Easter Tide.

mary angela douglas 8 march 2024