2020-0400 Poem by Lyndal Vercoe

Some poets
Being driven by despair at the state of the World
try to describe shadows.
They fear to trust the light inside and fear to believe in
The blue-throated God: the ever-young, wise, beardless God
Who dreamed of us
That One who epitomises Love
and who waits in the calyx of each heart; shining.
In this quiet time You have given us space to realize
We were never alone.