Galilee – Alan Gerard

Galilee

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