The Almost Reconciled

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.

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