great big things from a great big God

Dawn drove out the lurking mists
And dispersed them from the crags;
But they uncoiled with snarling lips
And promises of worse displays-
To return in greater number and confound your sailing ships. 

Fog and murk, breath and vapor-
Dark inhabitants of cliff-
Still obeyed the voice of sunrise
And backed down the cracks of earth,
Falling through the floor to dimmer
Chasms where they may regather and make ready haunting weather.

But thaw, unravel, purr and sway;
Safari dazzles darker worlds away.

Now unfurl your bright sails blithely
And you, too, spirit away.

  Trek and journey, awe and wonder,
Sludge through marsh; and merge together
Imagination's revelry
With explorer's mystery.

 Drift through watery fingertips,
The undisturbed glassy globes
Of diamond dew bedecking unbent blades.

Take it in with silent breath,
Then breathe out your atoned theft
Of untrod valleys, untouched trees,
The rush of wind that otherwise
Had been estranged from such community.

There are no wrong directions with discovery as the end,
And discovery laughs and hides throughout the brink of nomad roads.

With your sure footfalls moths glide upwards,
Spiraling off to safer lairs; flights altered drowsy by the distanced tide
Of sunlight's gaze now shifting sideways,
Slanting through each face of ivy, slinking down each canopy,
 Blinking, arcing, whispering, calling-
Urging you to exhale doubt unto the glowing hour. 

Vines which long have hung suspended masquerade amongst the hum as
Chandeliers, who, unbefriended, have been content to live suspended in placid soliloquy. 

  Doting wind picks up your hair,
Half lifts it, and holds it there
In sighing levitation.

A gleam plays off the wall of woods
From dragon's eye; and with that stumbling revelation
Comes the wayward recollection of the words
You regret to having let sprite away so lightly.
The blinding cloud sinks over you
Of dragon's breath, the mist proved true;
It settles thick till you're unglued
From all but cold reality seeping deeply to your bones
That all these leaves just left you for the ground. 

I have not words with wing enough to carry them to heaven,
But I have reasons without want to swell with hope a prayer up
That God Himself descends and lifts our thoughts and selves to sanctuary.

Let love grow bold, let hope sing clear
And dare to ask that Holiness draw near;
As if they've known the golden hush before  
And now would haply meet again,
 Just to gaze upon the solid assurance of His fixed resplendence,
And such it is that smooths out your stormy fears to tranquil togetherness.