May every sacred word, a gleaming gem,
Like molten silver poured from Heaven’s forge,
Or golden flames that dance on seraphim,
Leap from the Bible’s hallowed, boundless gorge.
May these seeds sink in earth, a fertile womb,
Sprouting roses drenched in incense rare,
Not jagged thorns, grim daggers of the tomb,
But blossoms bold, perfuming sacred air.