Glory! Glory!

The waves, the mountains, the reckoning, the end
The crash, the shatter
Our lives are short, time is tenuous
Sleep with sweet silence beckoning

I am the tides; vicious, unrelenting
Serrated shoreline carved out, hollowed, by your hand

The cairn, it stands atop the mountains
The monolith in rubble at its feet
The path is dirt and leafs and sinew sheared from this earthen, lifeless husk
By your grace, your divinity