Opalescent Blue
Evanescent nightshades,
Set in opalescent blue,
Lending all the flowing fields,
An otherworldly hue,
A preacher and a beggar,
In eloquent address,
Set against the bursting green,
And silent wilderness,
I have no coins nor talents,
Naught but my conversation,
I would it were a brighter time,
And fairer situation,
It is no bother, man of God,
What treasure can you offer,
That can complete with silver sweet,
Set down inside my coffer?
I tell you this, I tell you true,
My battered brother begging,
I put my store in heaven’s shore,
My worldly hopes unpegging,
My confidence is in my Christ,
My saviour strong and true,
My treasure is His company,
His love to see me through,
Through every heinous malady,
And every wanton mess,
Through every shadow of decay,
And every sore distress,
My treasure is His faithfulness,
His steadfast love and healing,
It is, I say, the only way,
To keep a joyful feeling,
When first mine eye the sun dost spy,
Awaking cross the valley,
I set myself to pray withal,
To see my spirits rally,
I say a soft devotional,
In meditative whispers,
Praying for my mother dear,
My father and my sisters,
I ask the mighty Lord on high,
To guide this sinner’s heart,
To light my way throughout the day,
And na’er from me depart,
I seek the cloaking comfort pure,
And blessing from above,
That soft, familiar state of grace,
His neverending love,
My treasure, sure as gravity,
Sure as the stars are bright,
Is Yeshua, the son of God,
And His triumphal might,
His heavenly preeminence,
His leading through the stars,
His puissant light to slay the night,
To prove that He is ours,
And just like you, I’m begging,
I have nothing that He needs,
He searches every heart with skill,
And every conscience reads,
Now here, amidst the airy breeze,
And nightshades dark unfurling,
We’ve treasures in our very midst,
The winding cosmos swirling!
The lark and robin singing true,
The dew upon the meadow,
The variegated colours clear,
The rosette leaves of aloe,
The break of day will set away,
The sorrows that we’ve carried,
If in our heart our of hearts,
We stay as though to Jesus married…
AD Lovkis, 22/05/25
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