Psalm 29: Manna Fest
Gdly Heaven breathed us our bones, saw to our loins, let us alone.
Propels the stone home; bequeaths your homegroan.
Faces the stream; transfixes the dream,
Divines our coils, refines what soils.
The yearn that makes the heart burn, fire for fire, seraph’ desire
Manly heathen burrowed in Eden Without the stoa we met,
Traduced and accused, love is bemused neither