Prayerborne

 

At times I seek, sometimes I search:

When prone in bed, or knelt in church;

I look for signs of God divine

When troubled thoughts darken my time.

 

At other times I miss these marks:

In times of joy, with mind calmed, fair:

And yet God speaks through light and larks

Resplendent in the hanging air.

 

As on this day of joy, of loss,

A window turns in to a cross.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2017

 

 

 

 

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