Between the horizons

Our heart rises and sinks

upon the tides of faith's illumination

when that life giving orb of ancient brilliance

awakes us each morn in hope

then slips again below the lines of the horizon.

 

Gently we are nudged as it sails the skies

by the fiery inner hands that stroke our senses,

to cling to angels and feel the looming psalms

which make our days like treasures.

 

Even in the midst of madness gremlins,

where stress's spiders cringes every vein,

our souls still sip the shining quintessence

feeling so comforted and alive by its presence.

 

Tomorrow is the promise whispered by lips at night

riding the crest of the sun's special incandescent waves,

taking us to places warm and soothing

even when eve curls its tentacles of worry around us.