It was a strange summer
We sang our songs to a helpless sun,
Songs of love and rage,peace and anger;
Longing and searching.
Some believed the sun heard,
But the answer came from somewhere else
A startling light that revealed the pretensions
Of the singing sixties,
But also something deeper.
That was the beginning
Of a summer in a summer long ago.
In the years that have followed
This summer has become stranger,
For in its ever growing light
Eyes that see
The God you know is more mysterious
Than the God you do not know.
WILF June 2015