To The Church
I come to you on the warm summer breeze....
In the depths of the winters snow ....
No season can separate the oneness ....
That feeling of peace that you know
With the fragrance of spring
Sweet flowers I bring
In the summer, beautiful blooms
For a brides bouquet or to bless the day
Or to cover the empty tombs
I come to you in the dead of night
In the brightness of every new day
In the colour of a rainbow
The waves on the shore
An autumn leaf winging its way
With the sound of a Lark or a Banshee
A song of praise or the blink of an eye
From the top of the highest mountain
In the sparkling stars of the sky
For I am always with you
Always together we’re never apart
Like the strains of a great concerto
Or the music that the spheres impart
Yesterday, today and tomorrow my love
I know no beginning, I know no end
I come to you in your man made maize
I count the aeons as you count the days
Remind of when you knew Loves ways!
Helen Arnold ©