The Servant
From the servant on the mountain
came the song.
The clouds still leaking colours
and the tall grass,
dressed in yellow plumes;
the birds a burst of laughter in between.
This is the glory,
the land;
the rivers that run it,
the trees that forgive it,
the rain and the wind
its applause.
This from the servant,
the master
and heir to the land:
I shall stand here and learn
how to trust and obey.
I will stand here and love you forever.
Copyright © Jan Thie | Year Posted 2008
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