Inside hearts and hearths and homes,
Saffron spruce and kindled embers,
Renewed life fueled by the young and old,
Bake the bread and heal broken bones,
And illuminate the verse in ancient Biblical tomes.
Outside, the last meandering maculations careen,
From august skies of Heavenly glory,
Liquefying into rivers, yielding meadows of green,
To rainbow streaks in misty scenes,
Born of love and religious creed.