Space, edged with the jagged of mountains;
the jumble of roof-tops,
the embroidery of trees,
flecked with the calligraphy of birds…
This sphere of wondrous design enfolds our tiny lives.
Such an array of drama and beauty, ever changing
across the nursery walls of our growing time;
the challenge of dawn,
wind-chased puff of clouds,
grumble of storms,
blaze of sunsets.
Every miracle different…a ‘one off’
but behind the passing scenes,
lies the pure eternal blue of Mary’s gown.
The sun rests behind the dark backcloth of the night.
Stars chink through the fabric,
plotting the course of the dreaming lovers’ moon
gliding silently through time to greet
and touch the hem of the new dawn.
© Marion Sharville