The
Lake
Round
the lake
Sweet
dark calm deep
And
slow
The
ever-whispering trees
Night
and day
Broad,
gruff protectors
Roughened
By
gales and sudden rains
Round
the lake
Shoulder
to shoulder
A
first quiver
And
Spring light brightens
Depths.
Is there
A
mystic hand there,
In
the morning
Milk
breath of mysteries?
Round
the lake
Hear
the winds, those deep sighs
Deepest
heart call
To
that green-tread valley
Where
abide
Only
light and stillness
Reflections
Of
shimmering truth
Secret
So
much love
A
song that lingers like rain
Cooling
my lips
Filling
my hands with soft intent
And
my heart with shining hope
Such
a great love
That
lifts my heart higher
Raising
my eyes
To
see clouds in a new way
And
understand the flight of birds
A
love so deep
That
nothing can remove
Tingling
like the trembling light
On
leaves after a storm
Or
the bright sun-painted sea
A
love to follow
When
I hear that voice
Speaking
my name in secret tones
So
tender, so still
As
the music of angels fills up all space
With
Me
That
other shore
Rippling
like water in my heart
Lapping
my soul
With
fresh healing balm
That
inner space
Filled
up with golden wheat fields
Of
abundance.
I
will never be hungry again.
That
voice, inviting
All
the cracked and desperate sighs
To hear
that word
Of
Love unending
Christina Martin has been published in various journals online and in print,
has written two adventure novels for pre-teen and early teens, four poetry
collections and other prose work, including stories and non-fiction. She lives
in West Wales and enjoys all the beauty and moods of the sea.
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