Poetry:
    Eden's Shadow
    The Dark Earth
    Baptized in an April Shower

K. L. Haley, Ph.D.
Paris Junior College, Paris, Texas
E-mail: khaley@paris.cc.tx.us

Eden's Shadow

The flowers are magnificent in spring.
An iris holds the beauty of a world
Within its purpled majesty, so small.
A tiny flower waves, so swift to bloom,
A star of white upheld on lances green.
And all around, all nature seems to sing
A song almost forgotten in the wind.
Reverberating through the ages gone,
It whispers now to see this paradise;
And so, beneath the tree remain, and live
In hope, and search in Eden's shadow here.

 

The Dark Earth

It's dark, this earth that moves beneath the touch.
It moves with subtle ways upon the souls
That tread this misty region caught between
The heavens up above and hell below.
And all the while it sings a song, a song
As old as Adam caught beneath the tree
With Eve and blushing there in naked truth.
It's dark, this earth beneath my feet, and here
The darkness touches more than just the soil.

 

Baptized in an April Shower

The drops fall lightly on my head
And on my upturned face.
They drop from God's own fingertips,
A miracle of grace.
And here in sanctuary green
With limbs an arching dome,
I find a kind of sacrament
That I have never known.

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