How Quaint a Sight

How quaint a sight this gentle frame

As nature bears forth her fruit.

A meadow serene, yet full of life

Fresh air doth it dare to bring.


God grants to us of sheer delight

And tempts us with His Grace, and Might

For all to see untouched by hand

this Meadow Green.


The birds, the trees are all unseen

For time stood still

While Grace breathed in,

Whilst God stretched forth His Hand

and grinned.


For want of love, and beauty dwell

Upon this meadow, and it’s dream.


© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012

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