Bread of stone

 Our sacred eternity, born of thy seed and womb,
is of nature.
Where the gift of fruit is sustenance for us in a state of providence;
a promise made by a waking daylight.

  To which we give thanks
with a feeling of gratitude;
where the awareness of peace,
in our conscious state of union,
is held also as sacred
for it agrees with time that life will go on.

Amen.