Love's First Light
Love' First Light
'Twas you, oh Lord, who bad me recline beneath the solitary oak
and soothe my feet in rivulets of cold spring water.
How tight the bond that held me there.
Tethered as a young goat amongst the sheep
of your pasture
'Twas you, oh Lord, who bound my soul to that stream
by the crook in the dusty old road.
South of my home and north of my soul.
I rise to leave and flesh is rent from my spirit
and held there for all time.
Tethered with the sorrows of the lonesome traveler.
Twas you, oh Lord, that bad me play in the snow-melt of March 'til dusk.
Frozen fingers and toes could not move me from the glen
nor the hungers of the day coerce me into leaving.
Tethered with gold and gossamer cords;
My soul in love with I knew not what.