Yesterday we walked a woods, a grove
of tall green promises that played the wind
and chased the clouds, then bent their boughs and wove
a blessing from gold strands of sunlight, pinned
the shining garlands to our hair and smiled
as light drops fell to touch our faces with
the glory of the almost reconciled,
the story of a day unending, myth
retold by love with hope that prayers would stay
the sun, and crown the tallest promise king
with power to do our will. Yet God, thy way
is day and night, sun rain, storm calm, bird sing,
wind cry, sun fall, tears spent by garlands laid
to wreathe seed promises that grow in shade.
