Let the Lord’s name be blessed,
now and for ever.
From the sun’s rising to its setting,
the Lord’s name is to be praised.
I have long longed to be a painter.
To whorl thick, creamy hues,
to lay down a broken language
onto the gaping blank of our despair
and what we cannot translate
from the old country there.
Or perhaps, interpret the light,
the way it sings all day
about You and everything it blindly touches,
hums its' pallets of shadows,
like the evening's blues
at the close of day.