The Silent Hymns of Heaven

The Silent Hymns of Heaven


Glory be to God for his glory in the day;

Praise him all you night stars in spangled vast array.


Join the happy anthem, all creatures here below;

Turn your eyes to heaven, give up your noise and woe.


Do not crucify him, sin-blinkered and purblind,

Casting lots for garments with games of doubt and pride.


Keep silence in his presence, you who would seek God:

He who hung the star-flung sky also lay the sod.


But look! Behold this soil-lovely star-crested crown

Christ rides upon the clouds, he is not in the ground!


He who plundered hades while sealed within the tomb,

Stretches out the heavens, extolled victorious Groom:


The once womb-dwelling Word now sits upon the throne.

The Word-made world, his footstool, though in labor groans,


Joins saints and stars and martyrs, with angelic host,

To laud and honor Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


Nashotah, 2012. Unpublished.


No Comments Yet.

Leave a Reply