Singing in sunlight,
Blues and reds, yellows and whites
Dance on sunbeams.
They invite the worshipers below
to rejoice and give thanks
to the
Giver of Light.
But the sun set,
Erasing their glory
by darkness.
Colors gone, they brood
Over those knelt in prayer
Like the vacant black eyes of a skull.
But out on the streets of the city
Their colors sing
Of Your blessing and beauty
Gleaming through the night,
O Daystar of Darkness.
4 June 2013 - mshr
