The goods we often grasp,
the foods we ever crave,
Are given to test our drifting souls
upon life's lulling wave.
Unguessed temptations waft
on the very air streams breathed
By those who chase the natural goals
with spirit-sword still sheathed.

For life is more than meat
as heavens are more than sky,
And more contained in arks of flesh
than coverings signify.
Beneath some fiercer heat--
distempered and disrobed--
Even demons might seem heavenish
their mist and magic probed.

All mornings mercy-drenched
like early autumn dews,
We ought to see each as a gift
we would be loath to lose.
For there, in clutches clenched
against impending storms,
Are seeds of glory in our fists--
Heaven-planted terraforms.

Our meaning has a voice
that spoke into the dark,
Uttering atoms, eager for
reflection of its spark;
And souls ablaze rejoice!
Verity volunteered
Vessels to cast in which to store
a glory we once feared.

A watery decree
and blood-vow brought Him down
To still the echo of our sin--
to win man back his crown.
Wearing a veil--like we--
yet never craving more
Than spirit-speaker doled to Him,
He tamed our bestial roar.

That Galilean Guest,
who hosted each starved soul,
Fellowship lost, brevity braved,
to bear our beings whole
Through fatal, fruitful test,
through shared temptations all!
Sharing His faith, new foods we crave:
good works at glory's call!

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