Glory be to God for his glory in the day;

Praise him all you night stars in spangled vast array.

 

Join the happy anthem, all creatures here below;

Turn your eyes to heaven, give up your noise and woe.

 

Do not crucify him, sin-blinkered and purblind,

Casting lots for garments with games of doubt and pride.

 

Keep silence in his presence, you who would seek God:

He who hung the star-flung sky also lay the sod.

 

But look! Behold this soil-lovely star-crested crown

Christ rides upon the clouds, he is not in the ground!

 

He who plundered hades while sealed within the tomb,

Stretches out the heavens, extolled victorious Groom:

 

The once womb-dwelling Word now sits upon the throne.

The Word-made world, his footstool, though in labor groans,

 

Joins saints and stars and martyrs, with angelic host,

To laud and honor Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

 

Nashotah, 2012. Unpublished.