The Glacial Hand of God

Lost in the land,

Touched by the glacial hand of God

I appeal the stares of the stars.

What right have you, oh stars,

To judge my wandering the land?

My feet are worn out from the celestial ice,

My body grows weary under the stars.

Judge me not, glaring stars,

For the glacial hand of God

Has set my feet on pilgrimage

And has set the ice beneath my feet

That my body and soul would weary

Into heat and energy

Beneath the glaring stars.

I am lost in the land,

Beneath the glaring stars,

But the glacial hand of God

Will guide me to the end of my days

When the hot sweat of wandering

Will cool once more into glittering ice

Beneath a caring sun.

When the stars fall,

The day will dawn,

And the glacial hand of God

Will have me wander no more.