Saturday, November 1, 2008

think of God

When Sleep won't come

think of rivers running slow
through fields of long ago;
think of gardens green and cool,
lilac walk and sunken pool.

think of wind on any hill;
think of moorlands clean and chill
lit by gorse and golden rod;
think of stars-then think of God.

I found this poem in a thrifted old poetry book called 'Poems for a Quiet room'.  A timely and beautiful reminder.

1 comment:

Kezwick said...

How beautiful are those words! Looking forward to seeing you soon. x