Just A Day Of the Lord 

It's just a  flower  from the  wood
Its fragrance still lingers,  still  sweet
Its  thorns are cut . Its  petals brood.
I wrap it with a plain white sheet.

It's  just a poem for  today .
My mind all blank  !  I feel  aghast !
I  scribble.  I chirp  like a jay  .  
I finish  my poem too  fast.

 

It's just a day  of the Good Lord .

Beneath the vivid  sunset sky ,
we meet to dance  near by  a  ford,

and roam  the twilight , you and I .

 

 

It's just a flash  of  sheer delight

We two, detached  from mortal things,

we  race the wind and  climb  the height

and let  fancy  take flight  in   wings.

It's just a prayer, one  of mine ,
 Beside my bed , my both knees   bend 
  I wish you run and  fly and shine

and strut  on,  I hope,  to the   end.

Agatha Lai