*the Poetry Of Light Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

An evening sun, setting in its fiery hue
Is welcomed by the earthly peaks
And becomes cradled in the bosom
Of the land before the night
Where the heavens close their eyes
As slowly and un hastened as the turning of the sun
And shows the mysteries of the skies
Which exist as the deepest waters;
Silent, dark and vast
Framed by fine points of heavenly candles
Lost within the ever stretching demesne
Which is but the pupil of the Lord

Turn to the East, my friend
Where the heavens start to awake
A great wind from a mighty whisper
Stills the flames of the manifold fires
And it echoes throughout the heart of the world
Even unto the bird's song
A prelude composed by their toil
To a new world of banished shadows

The peaks are crowned with majesty
A piercing light, a fire anew
That brings with it the image of the waters
Flowing calm, the blue iris of Him
Moves into view and over us
Widespread wings of enveloping warmth
Piercing even through our deepest core
A soft serenade of eternal beauty
Which flows through us, the stream of life
And strengthens our very being
As does the coals a furnace

The morning sun rises
From the peaks across the world
The light that knows no fear
But caresses the landscape as a warm hand over silken grounds
Listen carefully to its melody
The overture to tomorrow