At The Horizon of Divine Light

Father Anu has stretched Himself abreast,
as a blank blue canvass

to bless righteous
and sinners alike

Ye Shuve has poured himself out
in streams of light,

forming a limitles ocean of hues,
upon the palette of Ha Eretz

Spenta Mainyu in turn
has dipped herself into the paint

and sanctified this Temple
with today's glorious icons

Like brightly dyed pigments,
sprinkled by velvet fingers
into magical Indic rosettes,

these veiling clouds too
swirl into the vanishing

A golden crescendo resounds,
briefly bridging the divide
between Thee and Thou

The Sun has glorified his Father
And the Spirit in turn the Son

Love reigns

Expansive seraphim wings wave
in strawbery and indigo feathers
a closing benediction

And tomorrow will be
another new day for worship