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 Unpublished.