Australia
The Sun's Passion
- Your regal splendour in the setting sun
Plunges like gold into a golden sea
Releasing purple banners that recall
The noble passiontide at Calvary:
The palms stand dark like crosses in the dusk,
The air grows still, the sea a distant roar,
And we quiet pilgrims wait upon the dawn,
Reflective watchers on the darkened shore. - The moon arises, strangely like the sun
But gently climbs into its veil of blue
As if the Virgin taking light from Son
Beckons and gives us courage to renew:
And later when she sinks we see the stars,
The sparkling last reminder of Your power,
And then the chill breeze whispers of the tomb,
a token of the darkest, bleakest hour. - The rose of blood, enlivened, breaks the news
Of Son's new rising, patient hope fulfilled;
The warmth of resurrection feeds our bones
And we rejoice, forgetting He was killed.
His arc is high, magnificence complete,
In love of brightness we too soon forget
But as it sinks again towards the sea,
We suddenly remember Olivet.