Lora Colon

(26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

The Swan


In quiet moments, that's when I can hear Him,
He tells me He's arranging everything;
The love that I am pleading for will find me -
A swan will come, then look beneath its wing

I spend most days just lingering by the river,
I'm kneeling, and the pain's so hard to bear;
In quiet moments, that's when I can hear Him,
He says He knows that I'm still waiting there

I cried 'O, Father, why am I still longing?
Your words confuse me - they don't mean a thing; '
Keep watching for the swan upon the river,
And then look for the rose beneath its wing

'I'm humbled by Your words, and I'll keep waiting,
Your concepts, far beyond simplicity;
O, Lord, don't turn away, not for an instant,
Your minute is eternity for me'

The sun was glistening on the endless river,
I heard a mighty wind rustling the trees;
I saw a swan come floating in the distance,
It came to me while I was on my knees

The river of despair was overwhelming,
Each day I knelt in search of sweet repose;
Like a feather on the wind my love came to me,
I knew him when he offered me the rose

Submitted: Friday, December 27, 2013

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  • Brian Johnston (12/28/2013 5:37:00 PM)

    Mindful that shapes deceive and breezes die, still I grow,
    no longer just a watcher of clouds.
    I sing a primitive song of desire to the power that
    governs her gathering,
    And open my arms to embrace an answered prayer,
    the moisture of her breath.

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