David
A man of water
His thirst only quenched in valley streams
A mossy taste that comforts his parched lips
The dew on the grassy banks
Saturating his Spirit in a living water
And the wind that blows in those valleys green
Speak to David so serenely
Rhythms of wisdom dance in his heart
That the sweet Holy Spirit does impart
Tears of joy upon his face of rock
Fall gratefully and the rain finds him there
A statue of stone,
A window in time
A call to mystery
As Saint David steps lightly in his pastel green vision
A single white dove settles lightly upon his shoulder
And heaven smiles
A Poem based on Saint David by Glenn George from Trinity Methodist Chiurch, Felixstowe