A Flight of Golden Rays
Hear the fields in praise
Bathed in golden rays
Hallelujahs sung in all but voice
Breathe, oh winds of change
Bend and rearrange
Lifted in your song, I rejoice
The harvest of a King
Finds my heart in spring
Golden ocean, tide of the sun
Fall upon the call
Hold the moonlight's draw
In the east, praise the Rising Son
Scatter all the gold
Let us take a hold
I awake to find new life
Carry, wings of dawn
Lead me ever on
Now, my spirit knows its flight
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment