Easter Tide


It is a brisk wind, and the sun and cloud
Head one after the other on the graves,
On cliff-top grasses, beyond onto a view
Of a near sea whose blue is Mary’s blue,
Whose boats are being east-blown on their waves,
Their white the white of our dear saviour’s shroud.

And further out, our fishermen look up
And figure in the signs of seabirds’ flight
Where are the places of the hidden shoals;
They haul their nets like James and John hauled souls
And bring the living silver into light
Like that upon our raised Communion cup.

 

From You Have a Visitor by William Wootten

Best wishes for a peaceful and happy Easter from Worple Press