NONE BUT GOD AND I CAN SEE
Benediction poem
The sky is overcast
but still light finds me, at early hour.
Fog shrouds some neighborhoods,
rain oozes from the mountain air,
birds hide within the rain
but they tender song to those who hear,
eliciting from me a smile.
Out on the hill a hemlock young
tries so very hard
to hold her head up straight.
None but God and I can see
but hers is witness,
hers is testimony strong.
George R. Pasley
April 6, 2008
