Beneath the dome 

A treasure sleeps

As silent as the winds of love

Proceeding from the darkest tomb

White as the snows of winter’s freeze,

White as the rays of summer’s blaze,

A stillness penetrating all

Marble columns guard the gift,

That breath that bore upon its wings

All other breaths that stirred from dust,

That Potter of the earthen jar

Containing cosmic energy

That birthed the dawn’s ascent

Come, dawn of man’s desiring,

Gold glimmer of the Maker’s eye

Snow-white sacrament divine,

Flame of sun and wing of dove,

Bread of desert’s morning dew,

You tame the hunger, quench the thirst

For we are starved from want of love

The heart cries out to find its rest

Gold ocean waves brushed by the breeze

Water soothing, salt preserving

Heal the wounds of Satan’s sting,

Would me with your sacred dart

My tongue is but a paltry plate

To bear the spotless sacrifice

O Circle of Eternity!

Unfit am I to host the host

Yet come, O alabaster flask,

Transforming balm contained within

Magdalene’s meal fit to redeem

Purified by love’s extent

Unto God Made Flesh at feast