Into The Gleaming Wind

Where lies the dawn on this foreign shore
that sighs of rivers as yet unseen.
Where glints the light from tomorrow's sun
that shines with future as yet undone.
Down by the foam-specked sands so pale
where wind and wave over all prevail.
Down by the sea, locked within its roar,
where time and tide flesh and bone wash clean.

There stands a lonely, watching shadow
that dreams of splendors as yet unknown.
There waits the brightest vision of man
that sings of redemption's final plan.
Up in the storm of mercy and love
there stretch the wings of a mighty dove.
Up in the wake of dawn's pure arrow
there soars the power that can atone.

Share in this precious, fleeting minute
that begins to fade before it burns.
Share in this fierce, elemental strife
that expands the air with crackling life.
Over on the fiery brink of thought
share hopes that forever are unsought.
Over on true love's beating limit
share joys for which a starving soul yearns.

Bear ancient burden toward the brink
that steals peace away from those who've sinned.
Bear forsaken pride and empty hands
that cannot grasp what God's Law demands.
Beyond the sharp point of turning back
bear the shame left by failure's dark track.
Beyond the long reach of death to sink
bear right into the gleaming wind.