Long Devotionlight Poems

Mary's Gold

The sound of the light
Like shimmering grace.
Walk slowly through the night,
Marigolds and greens we've laced.

Like a shimmering grace,
Fret not your weary ways.
Marigolds and greens we've laced,
Take time with your brand new ways.

Fret not your weary ways.
Goodness-eternal is just round the corner.
Take time with your brand new ways.
Give someone else the job as first-class moaner.


Goodness-eternal is just round the corner.
I would not break you if I thought you couldn't bend.
Give someone else the job as first-class moaner.
You are reaching at the light that I have sent.


I would not break you if I thought you couldn't bend.
Walk slowly through the night.
You are reaching at the light that I have sent:
The sound of the light.