February 1987


for a time

on this thin shell we toil

beneath the eyes

of heaven


beneath the sun

of God’s creating

our feeble lives run on

forgetful for a time

that He too once walked here


beside these rivers

He too sat

and bathed His tired feet


like the sons of His creating

in every way but one


three times he tried

and each time failed


in living our lives

He gave us life

in dying our death

He gave us hope


beneath the eyes of heaven

we live