Phōs

God Smiles

Chapter 3 · Smoking Flax · John Wright Follette · Bibliothēkē

I saw God smile today
In a dash of silver wings,
Flashing ‘gainst an azure sky,
Tipping, swaying, sailing high
Over noisy city streets
Crowded with a thousand things.

So may it be some day
When the changing season brings
Trouble to my peaceful sky,
That a song replace the sigh
While His smile my spirit greets
In a dash of silver wings.

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