The Lord Is Good Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

THE LORD IS GOOD

Every cloud parted in my sky.
The Lord is good,
And the church bells nigh
Above the blooms and boughs of wood
Ring out about the meadow
With a peaceful sigh.

Where do the streams flow
When the dove is on high? -

To the cafes,
Next to the sea,
Where melodious waves
Hush the weary sand,
With purple wands in hand
Of true felicity.

Come, my sister, come to me.
Let your words be of silence,
And majesty.
Our deliverance
Consists
In kisses
Never ending,
In the bliss's
Lindens, bending,
Above the marble where the courtyard sits.

Come, my sister, love me forever.
For eternity is one
With the somnolent sun,
Where the death of night is impotent to sever
Such a love as this.

Come, my black eyed wonder of the sun,
Release me with your kiss.
For the endless day has finally come,
As the reeds of hay
With ecstasy succumb
To God's loving way.
Come, my sister, come!

What raptures hide
In your bosom where succulent strains abide!
Come my lovely sister, come!

For the day was made
For the fountain and its cascade!
Come, my beloved, come!