Saturday, 14 January 2017

Natural Magic

The rather wild weather of the past few days prompted this poem. I wonder if anyone notices the hymn that it uses as a pattern. It also references George Macdonald's book "At the Back of the North Wind". I saw the rather wild looking painting in the General Hospital when visiting this week.

Natural Magic

Darkness comes, the day is ended
The darkness falls, and we are blessed
And in the night, the moon ascended
And shines in glory while we rest

The watchful owl at night unsleeping
While earth rolls onward into light,
For prey, his sharp eyes watch is keeping
And rests not now till end of night.

While gales rage so fierce and violent
The dawn leads on another day,
The ocean’s waves are never silent
And even trees are blown away

The sun that bids us rest is waking
A red dawn breaks over western sky
The tempest rises, storm force making
And dark the rain clouds seen on high

The North Wind blows, she shall never
Like earth’s proud empires, pass away:
At the back of the North Wind, forever
The still point of the storm holds sway

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