Christian Science, Poems, Uncategorized

Snow in Paisley December 2020

And comes a pure white blanket laid

around the river Cart

Across the darkened thoughts of man

a Love which does impart

And o´er the bogs and swamps there´s ice

up to the Abbey door

A voice says “Man with all your cares

be still for just an hour”

The darkened views of waning health,

exchanged for winter cheer

The snow reflects a gentle calm

upon the town so dear

And on the braes the deer are seen

walking proudly by

For no man can touch their safety now

upon their mountain high

Upon the tombs of rested men

lies layers of icy sense

Reflecting that the One great Mind

preserves their innocence

Poems

#poem #snow

How quickly warmth, it disappears
Hard snow, I tread upon.

Creeps the frost upon each year
Snow covers o’er sweet lawns.

The tired brooks, like children ran
Exhausted, make their sigh,

Lay down to rest upon the stones
Encased in sheets of ice.

The wind she whispers in my ear,
And scares my evening stroll
Where once the sun did play all night
With chills the leaves do roll.

The robin’s chirp brings signs of dread
It voices beauty fled.

The cold comes down upon my chest
And on my weary legs.

All things are touched with earth’s decay
Joys of hours or years.

Memories to light my way
From darkness and from fear

Poems

#Poem for the #snow

How quickly warmth, it disappears
Hard snow, I tread upon.

Creeps the frost upon each year
Snow covers o’er sweet lawns.

The tired brooks, like children ran
Exhausted, make their sigh,

Lay down to rest upon the stones
Encased in sheets of ice.

The wind she whispers in my ear,
And scares my evening stroll
Where once the sun did play all night
With chills the leaves do roll.

The robin’s chirp brings signs of dread
It voices beauty fled.

The cold comes down upon my chest
And on my weary legs.

All things are touched with earth’s decay
Joys of hours or years.

Memories to light my way
From darkness and from fear