Father, Son

O' Daddy, Daddy,
why does pale the cold sun climbing
ashen rise before its blaze of Winter glory,
dressed in crimsoned gold?

My only Son, my precious child,
pure in what you ask and soon shall understand,
the dawning sun's celestial birth
reflects your infant blooming-
frail before its flight.

And why, O' why upon its infant rise
do frozen tears,
afleet and countless,
gild the East and waking West?

My darling Son, my growing Rose,
if your the Morning Star, then I'm the sky.
As meek I watch you waking rise,
and calmly waking blink and yawn,
I wander lone and weep;
with pride and joy, and sorrow!
Hurt, what hurt awaits my Boy.

O' Father, full in grace and glory,
why does red it Western bleed?
Its fullest bloom precedes its scarlet waning.
Far away and hanging,
must it slain and fading fall to rest?

The waxing sun,
upon its Western crest and fullest bloom,
decides to wilting wane, decides!
Its choice to fall, afar and full,
gives life to each the bursting stars-
a life for countless lives.
A gift my Son, the greatest gift,
salvation born in death.
Like yours my Love, yet lacking in its breadth.

As twilight comes,
and darkness vast pervades,
again, again December weeps?
For what should twilight mourn
or who?
For what the gloom, the sorrowed sigh,
and what intended tomb
could sunder sun and sky?

My blessed Son, my far most precious joy,
the Winter sky again reflects the tears
that well within your Father's eyes.
As late the deepened dusk laments
the passioned sun's descending,
so I'll take to walking lone
in wordless sorrow weeping.
All for you,
the choice your sure to mercied make-
to take to man's intended tomb,
that timbered tomb that seeks to tear
a Father from his Son.
But I nor Winter's sky shall long despair.
For just as twilight's sun,
which hangs amidst the woods
upon the western peak,
at dayspring wakes
and breaks the long and shadowed night
to rise and meet the lighted sky,
so shall you,
upon descending late your timbered tomb
again on Easter morning
calmly waking blink and yawn,
and with the dawning sun ascend
to meet your Father's long embrace.