FOR GEORGE HERBERT

 

FOR GEORGE HERBERT

The small birds chirped through the summer grass

They chirped you are not alone, you are not alone        

The Father watches from His throne

They sang. So heartfull and at ease.

All through my soul a sad long day

I heard that birdsong surge in waves

Like water gushing in a desert place

All withering done I found my sun

The dewdrop glistening the welcome crumb

I found a way to keep on praying

As if to May blossoms swaying

And sang and sang myself to sleep

And put away the need to weep.

mary angela douglas  8 july 2024