(An Interpretation of a Painting
on My Wall)
Long has gone the day o'er this
Radiant though it was, it is
Only the trees talk -- they are
who in their sovereignty reign
over the peaceful island.
The soft waters are still; it is
and in its sacred creation the
moon bows its solemn head
over the island of sighing
As the moon prays, the trees
whisper hymns in the night.
The thatch-roofed hut, where
once dwelt two happy lovers,
stands empty, its yawning door
bidding some poetic dreamer
to come, stay the night, drink
the beauty of the island.
Quiet ensues. Prayer time ended,
the island rests in tranquility.
Weary and faint from the day's
the trees droop fatigued limbs
The once wavering ocean yields
herself to calm stillness.
The moon smiles down contentedly
and travels on its way.
Certainly God has dominion over
this peaceful island.
~Copyright © 1997 Ruth Gillis~
Island" received a First
Place Award in the
November 1997 issue of RB'S
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