Heaven’s Candlelight

Heaven’s Candlelight

(“As a pleasing aroma I will accept you. Ezekiel 20:41a)

The stars are heaven’s candlelight,
the horizon an altar of prayer.
The grass and fields are hymns of praise,
the wind the gentle voice singing in unknown tongues.

There is nothing to contain you,
there are no walls to constrain you,
we sing our refrains and hope you interpret
our silly theologies into ballads of love.
Every doctrine has its holes,
every fabric we try to stretch
across the universe
is bound to show its imperfections viewed
so close.
There is nothing to explain you,
we will sing what we barely know.

So, take this sandy stalk, let it be the wick
you light,
the smell of sage or alfalfa wafting
from the pasture to the river. Let our
bonfires light the hills with sweetness,
our laughter the mere beginnings of holy
chants and song.

Our eyes are your candlelight,
our hands an altar of prayer.
The friends we hold and opponents we invite
shall ever bring you praise.
We breathe the spirit’s gentle voice singing
in unknown tongues.