Galilee – Alan Gerard


The Mountains of the Holy Land guard the presence of the Lord. The sun rises on the pilgrims as on Him.


Those feet once walked beside a lake,

those hands a catch of fish,

those eyes saw sparrows quarrelling

and fingers thinning grain.


But mountains hold a presence felt,

they contemplate the scene,

and keep in silhouette a memory

of all that’s seen.


So I behold a rising sun

that broke to greet His brow;

now breaking dawn

greets breaking bread

and tastes the grape as wine.


Alan Gerard