Australia

The Sun's Passion

  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.