Saturn’s Rings

Saturn’s Rings

Please let me sing

Of Saturn’s old rings;

Bearing her promise 

Of beauty beyond this

Old bride who knows

The sure king who chose

To wed her to beauty

As if it were duty;

A promise. 

How sweet were their vows

To raise weary brows

And rings upon which

Such lavishness rich

To humble the proud

And bend the unbowed 

To the rightful air

Of creation fair

And promised. 

Let these old bones

Build mighty thrones

In every land

For the one who will stand

On Zion’s great hill

Where souls will still 

To sing and to dance 

At the bridegroom’s advance

At last, to answer

His promise.