Then check out the sunset on Saturday night. For the longest time, there was almost no other color in the sky besides the gold of the sun. Then, suddenly, the molten gold spread across the sky:
God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.
Madame Day holds classes every morning,
Professor Night lectures each evening.
their voices aren’t recorded,
But their silence fills the earth:
unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.
for the sun—a superdome!
The morning sun’s a new husband
leaping from his honeymoon bed,
The daybreaking sun an athlete
racing to the tape.
from sunrise to sunset,
Melting ice, scorching deserts,
warming hearts to faith.