the life of the world shining down, the certainty and blissful complexion of every day a new sunrise

following three poems by Ben Bussewitz

"The Lord’s Way of Sunlight I"

in every sunset, there is a next sunrise— that

is just life, foretold, timeless and renowned,

in the ivy vineyard heart from the verse to

the chorus, the aroma of heaven on its own

two feet, inviting, for all of us

the life of the land,

all her love,

all the love,

all her love is true love;

all my love is true love;

Christ’s way of sunlight, forever abundance.

 

in every sunset,

there is a next sunrise,

Christ’s way of sunlight,

when our eyes flutter and dance,

in grateful moments of romance.

"The Lord’s Way of Sunlight II"

in each bright sky, there is days

of good life ahead, a struggle

with an end, a book stopper, .

held, then fed, in the way of

wonder, shining out as the sun,

is calm and transcendent,

again, and again,

and on and on.

"The Lord’s Way of Sunlight III"

 

in every new way i see the day,

there is a brilliant sunshine in

the calm, brilliant light of

Christ’s perfect Creation.

 

there is bright light, noble

firmaments, of spotlight—

the whole world in its

governance with life, the

moon, the spirit of the hearts

bringing out canyons of star

brights… star nights, with the

whole world arranged in

the heavenly heights.

The bright light of her shine,

glistening the azure,

as God’s own who purrs,

a lioness staunch and brave

and, I, a true

warrior lion, clawey-toed,

and vehement nose-scowl, and

the meanest growl,

that embarks and embattles

upon their howls,

brings stun-guns to the land,

the lioness and the lion’s

great duo-sum stand!

 

The two keep the day,

noble and light-filled,

as the Thanksgiving Parade,

and eat a dinner of quail,

along with escargot,

and racecars on the rails,

from a trip off way away,

Muscat to the Alps—

overtures to our conquers

of the chimpanzee theaters,

and the lace girls with

sneakers on their wrong

foot, and knees bent the

opposite directions,

of our and all we are,

heart left, science right,

to where we land a mean spot,

watching drive-in movies

across the over-arc, to the

mountain-side light where

in Banff, we rule our peoples

and in our beautiful and love

coming together in grace,

within, beside, and amongst,

our tapestry of Silk Road days.

 

The sun just keeps shining on,

and shining on and shining on!