It shines
through the glass lightly,
amber-rose,
quietly translucent;
gathering in
all of the dancing
sun-spiced apple-lanterns
for the dark days;
all of the trembling, sugared blossoms
brushed by the whispering bee;
all of the timid buds of courage,
the traceried, misted green.
For He is the alpha and the omega;
and it shall be so.
(February,
1980)
