Even as we weep among the brushfires –
Incendiary from land to land – astir
With sudden monumental, blazing choirs
Chanting dark cantatas – pitch-blend bitter!
Acrimonious towards Messiah’s
Reign – as Zion, foreordained to conquer,
Arises in the hope Your Word inspires.

Even as we heap upon the hearthfires –
Unquenched in dankest pestilential air,
That fervour-fueling prayer this hour requires,
Vigilant, we watchmen – by Another
Power working – pray as grace inspires,
For Jerusalem below, to choose her
High inheritance – though flesh expires.

Even as we sleep among the campfires –
The wings of Your dove are sheathed with silver,
Its feathers with shining gold – blue sapphires
Fold ruby molten violet to myrrh
And frankincense, commingling our desires,
Poured spikenard – shattered alabaster –
Domed by an earthen heaven pierced with spires.