A R N I N G
moon-lightning dancing across water,
breath-taking dawns and ravishing sunsets,
star-shine and silent silver mists,
perfume of angels, and sleeping cats.
cinders of hell, spirits who fell,
and chasms of unquenchable fire.
God of gifts and omens,
sun-sweet promises and golden prophesies,
veiled is Your gentle face,
while honeyed are temptations,
and the razor-like clutches of Your enemy, watching
ever in the dark to entrap,
from his wily evil allure
and from the ever-roaring fires of his kingdom.
the scales fall from our eyes, Jesus!
Break open our hearts of stone.
Guide us as to what we sew,
and warn us as to what
Save us from eternal damnation
in the un quenchable fires of hell.