Languages of the soul - this week, poetry!

Sunlight

The Sun adorns the shimmering leaves

With a lace dress of gold.

Green and gold dance as he weaves

Patterns of life untold.

 

Suspended in the firmament

Of earthly dust and flame

The leaves tell of Love’s long lament

At worldly loss and pain.

 

Beauty of the leaves cast its

Heavenly made design

Imbuing with hope as befits

Those still entrapped in time.

 

Sharp light invades my soul

Golden pure notes of life

Time’s passing shadows toll;

Falling leaves cut like ice.

 

Good death come swiftly now

Repay your lover’s lament

With a silent heart that no pain

Can reach,

nor fear can tear from a life

So spent.

© Iona Waters