Tuesday, 24 February 2009

View From a Small Window on a Weary Day

Eternal God, unchanging
Mysterious and unknown
Your boundless love,unfailing
In grace and mercy shown

Bright seraphim in endless flight
Around your glorious throne
They raise their voices day and night
In praise to you alone

Glory be to Our great God
Glory be to Our great God

Let every creature in the sea and every flying bird
Let every mountain, every field and valley of the earth
Let all the moons and all the stars in all the universe
Sing praises to the living God who rules them by his word
(Fernando Ortega and Mac Powell)

And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many angels round about the throne and the beasts and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands;
Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.
And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever.
(Revelation 4:11-13)

I have struggled for several days to bow myself before the only worthy One. At last, I can can confess that His right is over all - even the pride that sends its roots deeply and quietly into my heart, and tears me all apart when it must be uprooted. How I long for the day when all within me will bow willingly, without raging and tears! I will take my place in a universe resounding with one song, and I will cry with an undivided heart that the God who is Love is greater than all.

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Sunset, Seen On My Way Home

Great, heavy drapes of sky were flung wide tonight,
Laying bare a broad canvas, swept
With tangerine fire
And a thousand half-attempts at flame-soaked cloud
In strokes that swirled and dabbed and scratched and bubbled and scudded.
Smoke-blue mountains
With snowy caps
Rose pale and clear in the light,
Suddenly visible;
A stretch of urban grey
Became a blazing panorama beyond the windows of the Skytrain,
In whose vinyl seats
Slumped hundreds of dull-eyed commuters in home-bound stupor,
Oblivious -
Too weary to wonder;
Used to the grey.