Somber silence ever loud

as comes down

the Glory Cloud…

from Realm above

steeped in Grace

as God stoops

to kiss my face.

The Altar here holds a Prize

which opens up

Paradise…

Bread of Angels

humble and small

Yet holding Power

which loves all.

Bounty of Heaven

and Sweet Manna

which lasts

’til we sit at the Table

for the Endless Repast.