"Dusk" by Steve Miller
I watched the dark sea, the ruffled blue-black
of a crow’s wing.
An orange glow like a driftwood fire
Along the horizon.
Green like the Aurora Borealis shot in rays
through the orange
To the glacier blue beyond.
a deepening path to Heaven
through indigo night sky.
In the presence of such holiness,
my prayer was without words.
Like the Glory I saw,
I was silent.
I was part of the Glory
Consumed with Glory
I became the Glory
the sky was my heart.
Not a man with a man’s problems
But the green and orange rays of light
A driftwood-fire flash
Of Divine hope.
Steve Miller
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