Would That I Gazed Upon Thee More Often

Would that I gazed upon thee more often,

My own pride would be in check,

Alas, to thee in thy eternal celestial loft

I see I am but one small speck.

Rise upon terra firma, bathe her in gold!

Burn away the night in thy righteous fury,

Spreading thy victory with vivid hues:

Fiery red and orange and rose rinse into the sky!

Dance upon my own face; wash me in thy light,

Clean away my unearned pride and arrogance,

As I am but one face, already rotting from the inside,

Renew me in they splendour, rising to thy astral throne.