A Poem

By Patrick N. John (for Kristine M. John)

I watched the sun coming up on the hill at the entrance to work. It inspired this poem.

I walked down a canyon

At the breaking of dawn

The shadow enveloped

The side I was on

Like a candle just lit

The other side burned

By the light of the sun

The shadow was spurned

I raced to the bottom

Seeking the light

The light raced to meet me

Oh glorious sight!

We met at the bottom

In a long warm embrace

And welcome warm kisses

Soft on my face

I walked up the hill

From whence it had come

And saw there a cross

And God’s Holy One

The shadow rejoicing

The Son was put out

Dark surrounds everything

The world full of doubt

Three days sat in darkness

The world in despair

Would the Sun e’er return

To that hill o’er there?

Then warm welcoming kisses

Broke forth on my cheek

The light had returned

The world to the meek

My hope in the Son

Forever in light

My darkness he’s taken

And banished the night

Though only in spirit

Have I witnessed this scene

My heart feels warm kisses

And I know Truth serene.