Wednesday, May 02, 2012

I Saw God Wash the World Last Night.

I saw God wash the world last night
With His sweet showers on high;

And then when morning came
I saw him hang it out to dry.

He washed each slender blade of grass
And every trembling tree;

He flung his showers against the hills
And swept the rolling sea.

The white rose is a deeper white;
The red, a richer red

Since God washed every fragrant face
And put them all to bed.

There's not a bird, there's not a bee
That wings along the way,

But is a cleaner bird and bee
Than it was yesterday. 

I saw God wash the world last night;
Ah, would He had washed me

As clean of all my dust and dirt
As that old white birch tree!

 By William Stidger

(Photographs by Christianna Sauve)

No comments: