Beyond what is, with hours'
Expectancy, sun-bright
In a cloud's homespun sheets
Of mystificating
Perpetual faith accords light
To its divine veiling.
In what is, of today's sky
Ript forecast, an echo
Where warblers down-convey
Sun's heartening essence
Men warm to a crescendo
Shook out from God's presence*
*angels
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