In the park, by the silver lake
Seagulls filled my view
Shimmering waters behind them
Rippling with wisps of hope

I listened to the gentle flow
of the notes of the beauteous song
Allowed the warmth of the Son to fill
and I asked Him a question...

He was kneeling before me
Warm hands on my knees
I plead with Him to stand
He would not...

'He is First'
'I am Second'

The question was not answered
I was not ready to hear it
Today is a day to walk on
In the soothing miracle of One.