Saturday 8 March 2014


Wet among leaves, hidden, the birds sit
Hear about weather cold a bit
“The sun will rise high to make our feathers dry
And towards our prey we'll soon fly.”
Under the soil deep, soundly sleep the seeds
Listen the quest of decay as weeds
“The sun will rise high to make rays sing
Opening our eyes we'll soon swing.”
Covered with ice, the dales calmly rest
Face a puzzle whether freeze next
“The sun will rise high to melt all snow
Plants again bloom no doubt you know.”
Thick dark clouds spread in horizon bright
Listen a doubt ‘does come light?’
“The sun will rise high to make winds blow
Away all clouds and sky will glow.”
The worried, the rejected, the tortured, the lost
Confuse, puzzle, and lament a lot;
Get courage enough when hear a sweet
Voice heavenly the voice soft;
“The sun of eternal truth, the immaculate right
The sun of endless peace, the universal light,
The sun of justice, the sun of immortal love
Will rise, will rise soon and rule above.”