Poems (Rumell)/Back to god
BACK TO GOD
I love t' talk o' th' crops an' weather,
T' hear of another's finery an' feather.
I love th' touch o' th' silken robe,
An' th' lazy fragrance o' th' rich man's road!
I love th' joy of an honest day's toil,
Though it tire me with in an' bring me soil!
T' hear of another's finery an' feather.
I love th' touch o' th' silken robe,
An' th' lazy fragrance o' th' rich man's road!
I love th' joy of an honest day's toil,
Though it tire me with in an' bring me soil!
But I also love th' ephemeral blue,
Th' call o' th' bird, an' th' startled hue,
O' it's homin' mate. I love t' gaze
In th' distant sky, an' love t' dream,
O' th' things out there that I seem
T' have seen in th' days gone by!
Th' call o' th' bird, an' th' startled hue,
O' it's homin' mate. I love t' gaze
In th' distant sky, an' love t' dream,
O' th' things out there that I seem
T' have seen in th' days gone by!
An' how I love t' slip out int' space,
An' answer that call face t' face.
Oh I love th' thrill an' th' ecstacy,
That I believe God meant was ours t' be.
I love it! An' though but an earthly clod,
I believe tis the road, that leads back t' God!
An' answer that call face t' face.
Oh I love th' thrill an' th' ecstacy,
That I believe God meant was ours t' be.
I love it! An' though but an earthly clod,
I believe tis the road, that leads back t' God!