Dusk

Dusk

Lisa Cooper

When the whole whale-road
turned timidly to tinsel-shade,
and night-blanket nestles near
into the inmost inches—
I thanked the Tapestry-weaver,
the Wise-man who watches
while sky-tears shimmer down sparkling,
as if all angels cried
beautiful water-beads bearing light.
Neither kings nor noblest men
can conduct a coastline’s ripple,
and bend the black depths back like He.
But He who hears from heaven
the tumultuous tantrum of sin-tears
restores and redeems the wrongful sighs,
and places a sweet sparkle on the sea.

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Lisa Cooper
Poet & Theologian

 Photography by Eric Benjamin Ham