Sunday, September 1, 2013

A Familial Conversation

I wander through a sacred, joyful night
And contemplate sweet movements in the sky.
How wondrous God's eternal judgments prove
In earth.  Now lofty heaven gathers nigh

To comfort martyred souls still drawing breath
Within this mortal journey here below,
And angels tread through barren waste to give
New innocence and let such blessings flow

As He directs, for elements themselves
Obey His law.  The sainted cosmos weak -
Without his strength the stars withdraw and fade
To wait upon His will, His word to seek.

They glitter on this holy night.  I watch
And pray with heart, once trembling, calm and mild
For He who makes the heavens laugh or weep
Looks gently down upon His wand'ring child.