
Glory on high,
all withers to fire!
Praise Him,
for He alone
melts rocks buried in flesh!
Let our rocks cry out,
"I am a heart!
I now love!"
-and let everything we love
burn.
Let ashes scatter
farther than we'll run after.
May we pity ourselves
and our loves,
as God through His grace
pities us.
Burn, my loves, burn.


