RELIGION Poem: Sun on Mountain, by William Preston

An evil for an evil is decrease
Of goodly substance as the night comes on;
All evil is the fracturing of peace –
A blood black spear to pierce the heart of dawn.

When God arose and spoke upon the hill
The words were like the bright, alchemic stone,
To transmute hardened heart with golden will:
The rule descending from the truest throne.

The hands are always working in their time;
The tongue can’t help but carry forth the soul:
From inwardness the world becomes sublime,
Or darkened waters rise to flood the whole.

A creature formed to reason, mind kissed being
All day and night flows from the lamp lit seeing.

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