The Lord, To Appear Companionable Poem by james watkin

The Lord, to appear companionable
Upon our hopelessness relies.
Each tear reflects its truth where, like dew,
Light-engrossed, the budded cries:
'Be ye uplifted in the flower
Of your resurgent hour'.

Who give witness to it are exiles
From that heartfelt place whereon
Lounged them, edenic, in the first pairs'
Full flavoured, savoured passion.
Seeds of a promise yet their's, give rise
To this deep intimation:
'Of the fruits of renewal
Will be given to eat, all'.