Sunday, April 23, 2017
A Poem by Sara Newton 1951
Deep! Deep shadows in the Lake,
Mirrored dwellings there I see—
And lovely gardens duplicate,
And snow-capped hills new colours take,
And grey blue clouds in the waters below,
Drifting along,—as the warm winds blow,
Wonderful depths and clearness blue,
Do they bring a message to you?
Of when we shall see through
A gladsome tear:—
When our souls are clear
Like the mirrored Lake,
And shadows pass when in Heaven we wake.
Okanagan Historical Society Report 15:143 1951
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new.