by Gideon Burton
Once more to revel in the revelation,
unmetered light descends, expands, extends
the range and rate, thick grace in variation,
another chorus coming as one ends:
that voice, so still and small (not still nor small)
commanding with percussive, pressing peace;
consoling, patient, as I rising fall,
unbinding, speaking where to find release.
So settled, soothing, sacred to the taste,
this winter-fresh assurance, clean and near,
excitement smoothing, steady in its pace.
I watch and see; I listen and I hear.
It comes -- too much, enough -- compounding sight;
His flowing rays, these words, this heavy light.
Photo: flickr - Christolakis