A Poem for Palm Sunday 2018
Dayshine
I enter into the presence of the sun
seeking the light of its countenance.
the day alighting upon me like a dove,
cooing in the dew-laden air of the morning.
my fingertips tickled by the chilly kiss
where stars adieu the moon,
and blue fades white to blue;
where setting moons embrace the rising one
and star-crossed lovers bid farewell.
Crests dipped slowly gold,
air abounds with playful calls
warbling between the hills
coupled answers solar beauty.
The sky carved by ageless, countless days
matchlessly new,
breathlessly still,
silently clear,
mist hangs
wind wavers and
earth waits
For day's new birth to shine.
heads of grain tilt back reposed, bowing
sunflowers trace the noble path
trees the sculpted palace garden
Glide adrift the unchanging orbital harmony.
my God, I am now come----
the dawn arrives, with gentle flash:
buttercup silk rolls across the dales
knolls are bathed with honey-warmth;
the shadow-cloak, it lifts itself,
the veil of light descends
and rests upon today.
the worldly courts with open gates
to his humble promenade:
that unrivaled velvet voice of flame
Invokes a soundless fanfare serenade.
Wed betwixt the melody
of earth and heaven's danceful play
reviving us with timeless grace,
keeping us beneath his face,
so his grandeur renews our splendour,
as this celestial orchestra performs
the concerto of the sun;
the overture of unending days
And I sing as the hills resound with praise.
