On the Move

Came from a place

where the sunshine reigns

and the rain is warm

and the warmth leaves stains

on everybody’s skin

‘till they’re red or brown

and the water is blue

and there’s green on the ground.

Moved to a place

where the sky is wide

and the air is crisp

and there is no tide

and everybody’s skin

is crackly dry

but the fire gets warm

when the snow is on the fly.

Living for a while

on a great big earth

where there’s life and death

and then rebirth

that is undeserved

but the gift is complete

for the present is now

and it’s oh so sweet.

Moving to a place

that has been prepared

with some nails and wood

and a Life not spared

and a darkened sky

and a veil torn in two

and a stone rolled away

and a Life that’s new.

Living in a grace

that is mine through faith

as I bask in the Son

and in mercy I bathe

for the tide is flowing

and it washes every stain

like a fresh mountain snow

like a tropical rain!

~ae