More Than.
Oh Light, you travel so fast,
invisibly cladding
this planet in change which
nothing can hinder,
altering colourless night-hue
you, in an eye\'s flick
gild sea\'s face, reveal distance,
and more than that
touch land in filigree-silver
melting black fingers
of mist, netting dune\'s grass
and more than that
your whispers to unfolding
flora in still-dark
corners make numberless
shut blooms harken
to dawning, sensuous fur
feels your warming
as feathery sleep blinks in
readiness to early
first breezy ruffles as morn
stirs wings, crabs
stretch in watery beds and
more than that,
humanity worldwide yawns
at your warning
of lullaby\'s finish, shaking
off drowse to see
how labour for hours ahead
can be rewarding
with daylight\'s force ready
and more than that
each dusk aims to put end
to sun-ups daily
performance but not before
orb\'s glittering exit,
for parting rays like to steal
central stage after
which Oh Light you sinking
slowly back into
day\'s secret abyss submit
yet more than
unthinkable would be life\'s
terrible lack
if your worthy entrance it\'s
cue ever missed.
By this gift every earthling
human or otherwise
benefits in devising praise
thru\' works or words
to Light and to its Creator.