Turned the Day

Turned the Day

(“Remember, God is the One who makes you and us strong in Christ. God made us his chosen people.” 2 Corinthians 1:21)

When the sun breaks the stranglehold that dark rain
has left upon your thoughts, (so little sleep,
so much repetition), let the curve of earth
speak the first cue; Creation sings lightly
upon the brain’s stalled silence.

From the gaps between then, and when
beginning meets ends, the music roundly
enwraps the forces weak to great, and insists
in whispers
there is a stronger hand that fastened
the stars’ foundations.

From under the low ceiling we call and wonder,
we can do no other
when our hopes are built on mental insistence
that the world should bend to our own expectations.

From surrounded to unleashed, short-sighted to telescopic,
there is more we have not seen than is carried
in all the brains added time to now, and now to again.
Send the power just now.

From the hum of substations is the smallest expectation
that the source is greater than then the production;
without time, without delay,
without distance, without decay,
the weak are strong, mountains give way
to the smallest hope, the tiniest seed that sees

The Promise is “Yes” and “Always”, the
Amen has resounded; faith has turned the day.