Salutations O bright star from darkness,
Strange greetings though it may be for one
Who was seeking out of the brilliance
Of the Sun his saving peace; yet outdone
Are my hopes in the coming of the night,
Overcome by the light that has now shone
Through the colorless veil of human sight.
Though men loose incredulity that's won
By a momentary lapse in man's doubt,
Tis overcome by man's false need to run.
But I have seen through water fire's array
Of brilliance and splendor; for the sun
Illuminates the world without a price,
Yet the Son overcomes sin, death, and vice.
Turning the Stone, (c) Luke Bennette, July 2012
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