I looked into the east. A mountain rose
Majestic, crowned with purest white;
But on the instant, as I gazed, it warmed
Into a rosy glow, a rich irradiance
Which drew all eyes to feast on beauty.
I looked into the west. The cause, the source
Of all this light, the sun, luminous
In crimson clouds, in robes of red,
Flooded the sky with joyful promise of a
Bright tomorrow, unfolding new delights.
Father, my prayer to Thee shall be that I
May so reflect Thy life, Thy shining love,
That these, Thy children, seeing it, shall turn
To seek the source of all good things, and, turning.
Find the splendor and the glory of their God.
