The Bible says, in Heaven there will be no night
But it's the approach of night, in all its many-colored splendor,
That shows me God the Master Painter
It's the starry host of night who testify
To God the Universe-Creator
It's the fearsome dark and danger of night
That call forth God my Defender
And the bitter tears of restless nights that drive me to the arms
Of God my Comforter
In late-night chats with wiser ones than I,
I hear whispers from God my Counselor
And through the dream-laced sleep of night,
I receive the ministrations of God my Restorer
The Bible says, in Heaven there will be no sea
But it's the depth and breadth of ocean waters that give me a hint of the devotion
Of God the Lover of my Soul
And it's the chilling pull of undertow that reminds me to be grateful
To God my Life Preserver
It's the sound of mighty breakers pounding fast upon the rocky shore
That echoes the potent gavel of God the Eternal Judge
And it's the foaming, salty sea spray that evokes the tender tears
Of God the Mother Hen, lamenting over her Jerusalem
How mind-rending it is
To anticipate a clarity of sight
By which we know You for Who You are
Without the cherished crutch of interpretation