Tuesday, January 29, 2013

On A Sunset

Praise God, so plentiful in glory,
He sprays it, splashes, drips it down
on even earth and sky below,
swelling clouds vermillion pink
and sets these jumbled glowing stones
on pavement of sapphire,
as the heavens for clearness,
betrayed by the moon to be the common sky,
everywhere above us unnoticed,
but today, o ho, the seat of
God's effulgent glory
strewn eastward by the fleeing sun.

Praise God, so plentiful in glory,
He hoards it not in the highest heaven,
but as our benefactor bestows it on the earth;
His earth, our earth, vice-regents in His land,
made thus for what if not to
Praise God, so plentiful in glory.

Thursday, January 10, 2013


The hyper-transcendentalist
will shut his eyes and shake his fist
"No ding-an-sich could e'er exist!"
The friendly hyper-immanent
will poke and prod and not relent
and scramble towards the firmament
Dear friends, desist and give your ear
For God is far, yet very near,
and will be known, as He makes clear.
The God that is will not conform
to imposed theory, imposed norm,
He is not moved by stress-and-storm.
The God that is himself has spoken
Uttered what cannot be broken
and this no mere relation-token.
The Word He speaks, it is his Son,
the promise made is life begun
His Word has our salvation won.
If you would know the face of God,
you curious, created clod,
behold the Son! behold your God!