As the Winds Blow

Zephyr blows as he always has,
The sun sets as fiery as before,
The fecund ground garnered by the hand,
And the blazing twilight star afore.
The massive monolith layeth on the land,
As crystal shards plummet from the skies.

Zephyr halts his blousterous prose,
And his breath no longer enchants the rose.
The ground yields forth rock and stone,
In turn blot out the twilight star,
For which ancients always shown.
Crystal shards pierce the heavens' scroll.

What help those sons of Adam,
Those damned phantoms of the sand?
Doom and judgement hangeth o'er their heads.
Why doth the mysterious bearer of that Right Hand
Grace emit and mercy shed?
Monuments of power those crystal shards expose.

Esoteric the answers seem to be,
Secrets the responses seem to thee.
No secret of salvation the Bearer seeks to hide,
No rock no shard own thee harm,
If God ye seeks and commands abide.
Never-ending love attainable as the rose.