Coming Glory

Glory comes like fire, 

   like the morning sun, 

     fresh, full, unfolding,

       coming from unseen,

breaking and bursting.

What no one sees,

     now all around us,

        as heavy wet dew,   

           baptizing bare feet,

changing, making new.

When glory opens eyes,

     closed and stilled,

       by the final sleep,

         all beyond the veil

shines and shimmers.

Glory fully come,

    being face to face,

      beholding the Son,

        seeing again the saints,

singing and shouting,