st michaelmas poem
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St. Michaelmas PoemCopyright 2011, Paul Hawkins
On the evening of St Michaelmas
the light will cause a silver stair to meet
lost sleepers at their feet and
guide them to a bed of air,
for there to heal and sleep
and dream, St Michael for to keep
protection on their fading days
as Autumn stirs and Autumn plays
beneath their silver hair with stabs of youth,
When love was not yet sought nor lost, nor truth
denied. St Michael, you were always there;
St Michael you are still here now
to ease our sleep, unknit our brow,
to guide, to lift the burden of our hearts,
to bind our wounds, to heal, remind
us of the love that led us here,
for one another's cross to bear,
with promise of God's love, protected sleep
some day to waken in the air,
a world with love as strong as youth
awake from shadows into truth,
as silver spinning stories told,
of silver transformed into gold.