Embrace the golden splendor where it breaks
From
folds of God-washed garments. The shimmering
Harvest
of this field of friends ripens in
The
light reflected from the light which falls
Upon
the broadening crowd. Breathe in reverence!
And
whisper wondering, life-awakening words:
Living
words inspired by rising beauty.
Contagious
witness, praise, ripples the field
Of
souls; praise at their glimpse of One enthroned:
“World-Making-Saving-Word!”
The unity
(Redemption’s
tide) where love and justice meet
With
wounded hands (to bring the ransomed home)
Begins
the chorus. Sung from one heart,
It
spirals to an all-including round,
Resurging,
swelling on, in waves of time;
And
to the beat of ages echoing.
So,
in the Lord’s eternal feast, the share
Of
glory, joy, and praise will always grow.
(By Dennis Evans - As seen during an All Saints Day sermon preached by Dr. Paul Francis, at University of Dubuque Theological Seminary, in 1975; revised.)
