New Grass

Lifted up Reflective in returning love, you sing Errant days filled me Fed me illusion's gate in temperate stream Welled up within me A hunger uncurbed by nature's calling Seven sacraments to song Versеd in Christ, should strength desert me They'll come, they come Come, they'll come, come do they Lifted up Reflected in returning love, you sing Heaven waits Someday Christendom may come Westward, evening sun recedent Set my resting vow Hold in open heart Open heart