November 19, 2017

Eloquence

 

A timid moon blushed behind a cloud

As somewhere a coyote wailed aloud

At the lonely loveliness tonight

Framed in its halo of hazy light

The plain spread its tablecloth of sand

At the feet of mountains old and grand

Stars like angels' eyes blinked serenely

Viewing creation set supremely.

Teasing rocks, playful brooks brushed their banks

Sailing o'er their beds without care or thanks,

But in thanksgiving the blanket of sod

Lifted its red rose and Goldenrod

Stamped with the words, "Handiwork of God"

-Larry Ray Hafley

TRUTH MAGAZINE, XVI: 19, p. 4
March 16, 1972

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