Birth of Days

Birth of Days

                                                Glory be to Thee, O Lord!               

                                      Author of Time, Master of endlessness,

                                                King of Created and Begotten

                                                To Thee all things bow

                                                Tempus, that earthly tyrant proud,

                                                Pays obeisance, powerful to Man

                                                The hourglass of his life,

                                                Yet indifferent to Thee

                                                Above, the Days unbirthed stand

                                                Before Thee as endless rows of wheat,

                                                Waving in silent adoration

                                                Touched by winds of eternity

                                                Singly now, kneeling before Thee,

                                                Dispatched gladly, bound for Earth,

                                                Proxies bright of the Great Creation

                                                Testimonies of its birth

                                                Tied to them, Man trudges onward

                        `                       Towards his heavenly hermitage,

                                                While Time, adamant and unflinching,

                                                Marks the progress of his trek

                                                                                    -S.E.S.+

                                                                                    Epiphanytide, 2005