Poems, spirituality, Uncategorized

Poem: Snow in Paisley

And comes a pure white blanket laid
around the river Cart
Across the darkened thoughts of man
a Love which does impart

And o´er the bogs and swamps there´s ice
up to the Abbey door
A voice says “Man with all your cares
be still for just an hour”

The darkened views of waning health,
exchanged for winter cheer
The snow reflects a gentle calm
upon the town so dear

And on the braes the deer are seen
walking proudly by
For no man can touch their safety now
upon their mountain high

Upon the tombs of rested men
lies layers of icy sense
Reflecting that the One great Mind
preserves their innocence

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