The gold-etched clouds of evensong intone A whisper of rhapsodic melody; Kaleidoscopic shards of psalmody Aflame with facet-fire of precious stone. The heavens declare God’s glory from on high, With anthems set ablaze by seraphim. The music of the spheres resounds the theme As day and night conspire to paint the sky. Unshackled, unbound Beauty is set free To wield a palette of cerise and rose. Chromatic brush-stroked symphonies disclose A sensuous foretaste of eternity. As daylight fades and twilight colors dim The stars awake to sing an evening hymn. Previously published in The Lyric James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers.