Patterns All Which Bow the Knee

Written by John Arthur Spalding on September 19, 2013

Reason I know the King is here
Molecules bow and nebulae fear
Before dawn breaks, I bend the knee
I cry to Truth who came before me.

Pain longs for Heaven’s health
Tiredness, the coming might
Poverty promises ancient wealth
Evil proves its victims right.

Grief, harbinger to joy’s first breath
Reverse the curse! Trample on death!
Blackest darkness, there till morning,
Lies bring incense, truth adorning.

The wind through which He runs the candle
Sight seeks faith, the Church its learning
The foils through which he speeds the lumen
Patterns all that bend to light.
O bend as well your knee to Light.

~by John Arthur Spalding © 2013