ECLIPSE. 

A silvery light
takes over the day,
a visible gloom
thought by the ancients
to presage disaster:
the forces of darkness
gathering.

I would not stare
into the sun
even blotted out
lest it blind me
like the face of God.
But all around me
are His works.
Let us cease
our petty striving,
and rest for a while
in this fold of time
to give due reverence.