Before the Eye of God

Before the eye of god Soloman bore the thunder of the crashing waves, Beyond this entrance hung, While observing not the changing tides In sight of the eye of god; For dawn equates no hope, nor faith When the winds blow evermore, And light expands in our daybreak fair Sacrificing the solemn night; Commit to us all that is good and fair And forsake an innocent man Waiting before the eye of god Breaks slow a fog over this lands end, When calm the tranquil brine, Yet in his ship the old captain waits To see the eye of god, Oh muscle to muscle to ache with pain As he lays deaf to his shipmates call, Though from beneath this portholes outward lights Came bangs of a rusty spigot; And all those left to brave the morn Will seize things moral and just Before the eye of god Soloman was transcended by the tick of his old wooden clock, In the grace of an early morn, As the quiet sunrise softly rose High over the eye of god, For he felt the sorrow of no promised land When it touched his withered breadth, And cold it was when waking eyes Beheld no sacred light; Yet visions haunt what prophets see Pursuing their own desires Before the eye of god He considers not his own intent Nor ponders his lost good-by, But questioned words and fatal deeds Are unanswered by the word of god, For here wait the seeds of a moral life Called out in his final breath; While he listen’s long the bellows horn As his life did slip away; For silent was his dying pledge In this, our morning light Bound to the eye of god Crashes through the waves our justice held Blowing across this entrance hung, Where lands and seas are momentary And wait before the eye of god. Faith is not for the sake of one But lay’s for the worth of us all, Then raises all to a distant call And leave’s the rest to fate. Oh boats pass on over waters calm And sail to a far off shore To behold the eye of god By M.Norton