The endless deepness of the evening sky
Is filled with silent, burning orbs of
light
Which everlasting, seem, to you and I,
And glimmer in their march across the
night
Beside their king – the faceless,
golden moon
Whose broken shape, in shards of
dancing light
Is carried by the dark and wild
sea
Which tosses spray, like sand, into the
wind,
And swallows up the lights into the
deep.
If all of this came from the Master's
mind,
And slipped into its place by His
decree,
And by His word, will fade and pass
away -
Like sand amid this brilliance, what
are we?
Like morning glories, dying in a day,
What worth comes from two souls joined
into one?
They, like the morning glories, wilt
away,
Before true Glory's endless day has
come.
But from the blackness all the silent
stars
Look on, enraptured by the passing
scene:
Two souls made into one become a shadow
Of bride and Groom, in glory yet to be.
