Christina's Anniversary
all prospect
of green pastures
are not
withdrawn and hid from view,
for verily
will we be led,
and
certainly we shall be fed,
and the
lilies of the field be
arrayed as
beautiful as you.
we shall
gather at the home
that grows beyond
the unused gate,
beyond the
stream of waters still,
our friends,
standing by the window sill,
trying to
get Christina’s eye,
who lay upon
the grass, sedate.
the late
summer seed are white caps
of prairie
grass’s fetch and wave;
she lay prone
like a goldfinch child,
lost her way
in windy wild;
good shepherd
launch his rescue craft...
from world’s
corruption he shall save.
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