Friday, 28 August 2009

• Red Morning

  Lucky we were safe
  Though the fire in the treetops warned us
  Out east, when the wind shoved against every ounce of shelter,
  Barring the torrent of words between us —
  It’s only air.
  But the night, far from peaceful
  Seducing with its untamed mystery; revealing
  and evocative of past lives
  or imagined ones— Don’t you realize?
  Some things are breathtaking
  In the absence of light and color.
  Yet, even the waves protest,
  Crashing upon the limits God prescribed.
  You are like a wave —
  It’s only sand.
  
  But I know
  However many times the milk is spilt
  The glimmers overhead give way to dawn
  With unflinching loyalty
  And a ferocious night leaves
  Cool caresses through gently blowing curtains
  Suggesting the relentlessness of their Creator
  Who makes both color and light
  Arrive through wild and windy nights;
  No matter how lost – His
  Is the power to Overcome.
  
  
  
  

  Isa 50:10

  Who is among you that feareth the LORD, that obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walketh in darkness, and hath no light? let him trust in the name of the LORD, and stay upon his God.
  
  
  

  • 3:59 PM
  • 13 Views
  • 2 eProps
  • 3 Comments