Lofty Branches

Lofty Branches

Lifted high in silent praise

Illuminated cloud behind, slowly dances

and Sing to me as I wake

 

This high cathedral of vapour and leaves

Reveals the smallness within

and I sink to my knees

in Repentance of sin

 

In forgiveness and peace, swathed

Restored there with my Maker

I rise, arms high in silent praise

like Lofty Branches

Currimundi Beach

Staring at a thin blue line

Life on hold, tediously updating

Reflection of leaves on a black screen

Gently ruffled, quietly swaying

Slanted sunlight near the end of day

Silently highlighting

Tops of hedges, edges of trees

Just outside

 

A short walk to the beach

And the light is slowly changing

On a sand bar a photographer shoots

Groom and bride

With a bare eight month bump, by which

In prior times some would be mortified

Changing times midst

A changing tide.

 

So though the tide goes out

Pastel shades and peaceful waves provide

A whisper almost audible

From a Creator still good and kind

And chiffon clouds spread and swirl

With delicate patterns broad and high

And gathered curves fashioned

On a sky canvas

 

Joyous voices atop incoming waves

Games played in the outgoing channel

And little daubed clouds

Sometimes grey, sometimes pink or yellow

Drift from tired storm clouds

Framed by mountains and mangroves below

And are momentarily bedecked

With jeweled edges

 

Beneath a purple robe

The day’s regent is slowly departing

whilst elsewhere the night’s queen

Is steadily rising

And a photographer’s tripod and camera

In the channel, capturing

The quiet splendour

Of light on water

 

As the light dims on the outgoing tide

so of day and year, little remains

But as sure as night turns to light

So the tide will return again

And as the times change

Faith, Hope and Love remain

So let righteousness roll on as the stream

Though the tide goes out or in.