Marbaniang, Domenic

This lightning blue has the blues dispelled From darkest heavens, with a peal of discord; Then, shimmering while the crackles distill It recoils to strike in rhythmic chord - How variant are the lux and the buzz Of tributaries branching from this river of light! Socrates despises the beaming daylight Where the value of light is distinctly nill; Socrates delights in the thundering night When the cries of the day are blatantly stilled - The pride of man is quenched by a thud Of this spark ignited by heavens dismayed. We've looked in the dark eyes of this cultured maid And have seen these watchers keep the time; We've seen the blaze of God's sparkling blade And have seen its angle never depart - Oh Lord, how magnificent are Your works, The dawn is Yours and so the dusk! "The skies sent out a sound; Your arrows also flashed about.... The lightnings lit up the world; the earth trembled and shook." (Psa 77:17,18) "He covers His hands with lightning, and commands it...