Tuesday, June 23, 2015

From Symonds Yat

From Symonds Yat
the meandering Wye
like an imponderable question,
snakes into the distance.
A God view of the countryside
its miniscule blemishes,
in grace, distanced, unseen,
a ‘green and pleasant land’.
Vantage advantaged,
we tower above trees,
gazing down on their heads
like the top tier of a theatre
while, below, the enactment of day
continues to flow. Unknowing,
unaware of God’s gaze,
through the eyes of his child,
and the prayer of sight,
the blessing persists.

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