Gold of Amber

Gold of amber heals my soul
In hand a cradling of rock
Of ages cast
From past the glow
Of holy colouring
My pain in palm I know
That beauty is a true
Reality a tangibility
Of glow a note
So pure it washes
Out with sounds
Of gladness ringing
Tunes of new
Refreshment in it’s
Welcome orb of light

©K Barr