500 poems posted on this site !
Die letzte Stunde dieses Jahres
Die letzte Stunde dieses Jahres ,
ein runder Spiegel, wendet sich.
Der volle Mond, ein endlich klares
Signal, ganz hoch, verschwendet sich.
Ein glitzerndes, unabsehbares
Feuerwerkstanzen blendet dich,–
und etwas Wahres, Wunderbares
aus alter Zeit vollendet sich.
Christina Egan © 2017
Some Prayers are Like Lightning
Some prayers are like lightning
and others are like dawn,
some prayers are like sunset
and some perhaps like noon.
And saints and angels lift them
across the heavens’ dome
and lay them on the carpet
below the flaming throne.
And God will weigh and sift them
and send his answers down –
some veiled and some diverted,
some sooner, though, than soon.
Christina Egan © 2017
Photograph by Gabriel Pollard
[CC BY-SA 2.5]. Featured picture
on Wikimedia Commons.
Christina Egan 