January 1988

the sun rises this morning

       gloriously

as it always has before

a silent trumpet’s blast

proclaiming the majesty of God

yet a Christian

I flee this awesome sound

twice

driving to T.O.

to see a friend’s son

baptized

and celebrate

the covenant of love

closing a door to God

not allowing Him

free reign

in the tender/callous shell

of me

I too

trumpet His praise

less faithfully than His sun

the faithfulness of His Son

allows me too

to shine as pure

and celebrate again

His covenant of love