At this the sky is truly opened up,
So fancifully thrown on yellow stones,
Held high upon the pillars of the day,
A drama and fanfare in stark sapphire.
Weighty purchases upon each corner,
All worlds to love her hearty laugh which spills
Such radiance on yellow stones arrest.

To dwell before departing,
Hemmed in by grace and grace,
Warm places I was furnished,
Learnt walking then to make a place,
My own and take good company,
Bear peace unto a stranger's face,
To carry fire through biting nights,
Through cold to plant a warmer banner.
And so I shall depart.

Finite mind, memory mess,
And trains that ran away,
Out of my grasping hands,
Screeching at my bated breath,

Crosses to the naughts,
I seem to play a game,
Be the fool, demands,
Yet to a draw its brought,

Great mystery divine,
Mercy abundant in
The ways you answer prayer,
With gracious wit you hold the time,

And humble us just as we ask,
And humble us just as we don't.