The Sum Divine

Guitar please, single spot. No percussion.

The Sum Divine

We stand beneath the tree of life
and draw the shaded line
wherein we hide from sun and strife
and plumb the sum divine.

The branches reach and breach the wind
and we draw comfort still
from silent prayers when leaves have thinned
and summer rains have chilled.

We draw our eyes to haze'd skies to fix
our hearts on Northern lights
that play the flick of candle wicks
in hands of gods of ancient nights.

When comes the Spring and greengrass grows
to soften matted earth, our bed,
we draw the life from mossy clothes
the oak has spun with furtive thread.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

"I have seen things you people wouldn't believe."