adamdaniel

Nightshade as the Comforter

The moon is the sun with reflections that stun,
All the water in silvery sway,
Cobwebs so soft and amazingly spun,
From the birch overhanging the bay.

Here set so clear all the stars I revere,
And the ages in whispering breath,
I think of the love that deposes my fear,
And by this I am stronger than death.

The leaves like a veil with the clouds hanging pale,
Like a widow in mourning in black,
Such subtle detail and incredibly frail,
As I watch the long fronds hanging slack.

I fancy the ocean of loving emotion,
That dwells in the Christ is supreme,
Alive in devotion through every commotion,
Replenishing love, like a stream…