Hold God Tight Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Hold God Tight

Now the flowers comfort me
In the piercing sorrow of my soul,
A song-bird trills its melody
As summer leans into the fall.
Winter here is beautiful
With bracing cold and drift of snow.
The Lenten roses break the lull
Of sleeping rose while fierce winds blow.
I shall wake to another Spring
Of beauty more than eye can see
But progress is another thing;
In all there is capacity
For inner change towards the Light.
We must cling to truth and hold God tight.