If I am honest I am rejoicing more
Because of the beauty of this morning
Than of You being on the throne.
All this shimmer and shake of coppergold
Against a sky of virgin blue
Would drown in sadness,If it weren't for You
It would not just be a beauty that ends
For the end would cast a shadow
Over its beginning
And blot out the beauty.
So on this warmest of November mornings
I rejoice that You are on the throne
Wilf Nov 13 2011