Meadow’s Gate











photo c/o Google Images


Bathed in resonant serenity

The wind would whisper in the meadow

In a voice gentle as rolling hills

Beckoning, ever so softly, go

Heather would dance beyond meadow’s gate

The daisy and field grasses render

A landscape soft under barefoot stand

Words from my lips a sweet surrender


Tranquil moments upon virgin soil

Summer breeze caressing Poplar leaves

Hedgerow tallstands, deer mill in forage

Through Heaven’s gateway I would believe

The scripture of His fields lay open

As testament prayer to latter days

A hymnal reprise in harmony

Sung in glory, in Him we praise


Copyright Don MacIver 2011; All Rights Reserved


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