You who point to the stars and talk about God

You who point to the stars and talk about God and speak of the first hours and of the Two who sprang from His whispers

You from whom fear and ceremony bleed like disease spilling from your parched and yearning lips:

I say, look to Our destruction and see birth in these corpsi, see the universe in Our skin, see the blessings bestowed upon Us in the ashes circling Our feet.