Between the horizons

Our heart rises and sinks
upon the tides of faith's illumination
when that life giving orb of ancient brilliance
awakes us each morn in hope
then slips again below the lines of the horizon.

Gently we are nudged as it sails the skies
by the fiery inner hands that stroke our senses,
to cling to angels and feel the looming psalms
which make our days like treasures.

Even in the midst of madness gremlins,
where stress's spiders cringes every vein,
our souls still sip the shining quintessence
feeling so comforted and alive by its presence.

Tomorrow is the promise whispered by lips at night
riding the crest of the sun's special incandescent waves,
taking us to places warm and soothing
even when eve curls its tentacles of worry around us.