Motionless and scattered, among blue lights of day, stands the image of reflection. Illuminosity of earth, in the blessed soil of dust. As life from the earth, and to the gift of the sky. Immovable beauty in the gift of time. Faith for the hungry as the sacred ground of bread.
The passing of darkness in the glory of the sky. The gray eyes are desert flowers, hope now alight, in the flames throughout the world. Life is renewed, as with beauty in the hour. Glorious tender dawn, in the touching of this bread.
A feast upon the world, with all its glorious sight. Alight upon the ages, upon our dust as time. The gift of flesh anew, in the presence of the wind. Resounding in a month, the unmaking of our pain. As doubt and fear unfold, in the passing of the moonlight.