After Prolonged Dark Moving Hours
His life is opened by the sight of dawn,
One dawn unlike the others as the sun
Predicts itself before the sunrise drawn
By something more than splendor, night outrun
By waking in eternity of sky,
A realm that never knows horizon or
A cloud. A prophet often sees with eye
Of fever’s vision as its meanings pour
Across the pregnant coming of a light
Made up of certainty unmeasured, pale
But damning of the daily sunshine’s flight,
Transcendent in a place that knows no veil.
The eastern twilight triumph, darker still
Than glory, strikes through mind with moveless chill.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Mar 5, 2024 | EN, SA |