02 Jan Horrors in Heaven

All color drains from the world for good:
No more bottomless seas or haunted wood
For this was always the danger of childhood,
That you can lose it, like a dropped penny,
Never found again.

What Jesus Christ has once-for-all done
He commanded all by-His-grace to do,
For the gentle hand of the not-adopted Son
Holds back many horrors in heaven from you.

Summer, midday: the heat of riverbanks fly
Where grasses pass into monument sky
And this little conversation ‘tween you and I
Evaporates, like a cloud pillow,
On a hungry wind.