St David

A little Lenten legend

A pigeon with a golden beak
fed him from its overflowing crop
words of grace like kisses
that he might strew abroad
with every penitential sigh
the love of our sweet Saviour;
his breath uncluttered by conceit
he proclaimed unfettered truth,
Creator’s gracious dispensation
to that and every blessed tongue
dreamed by our progenitor.
Between the rock face and the sea
where salt mist rises like a prayer,
seagulls sing yet with psaltic air.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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