Trinity

Crashing down on our heads
Rock showers, hard hitting boulders,
To end all things.

We face the attack, Lord,
Before the arrows of the last spears,
To make our conclusion.

This has picked us out of the
Lush valleys of green youth
Into the fight in the desert.

You told us of the battles,
The war in the sand, and now
The thousand years

Are spent, we have reached
The edge of the new end.