Great mourning flood dragons,
Enthralling clouds and chasing winds,
Bursting them with fearsome calm:
White roses bloom. Blotting out the sky,
Thunderous knocks that masquerade
As soft ambience to the call of bells.

Prayer together,
A tent descends over our heads,
We're covered now in temple new,
We see you there transfixed-
You're beautiful.
Have mercy on us Lord,
We want to know you,
Closer than we do,
We want to know you.