Sky Painter

This morning, He

Dipped His brush in

Smoke

And painted on fire.


Elements veiled

Are jewels;

Opal and pearl.

One and

Every shade.

Living sky.


Lavender,

Like blueberries running

Through cake batter.

Blush that is simply

Red in priestly linen.


Fire behind,

Soft to touch.

An Original.

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Love Song to the Light

Like an earthquake it was spoken that
‘The life was light of men.’
As He moves and as He breathes,
Light cracks open darkness’ den.
Implacable, strong-fingered are
The rays that scoffing spread.
Only darkness thrives in darkness,
And even that’s mere moving death.
Even that’s brief-tenured death.

When my child-heart was a cave
Wracked with fears and bears and pangs.
Light and life came like a dream,
And swaddled me in heaven’s health.
A chemical event in first and second waves,
First alight and then alighting,
To salvation’s perimeter land,
The border of Darkness Banned.

When rays, unbound, escape,
Fall into foolish shade,
Darkened souls see me, see You,
And drink the taste of day.
They see and know and praise!
Your call leads on to death’s dark door.
We stand and lantern wide
The way for friends to cross the sill,
To Dayspring’s ravishing side where

Our Groom sings for His bride.
~
Meditation on Matthew 5: 14 – 16; John 1: 1 – 14