Clouds and dewdrops have descended
Blanketed the earth in moistness
The eucharistic sun sucked them in
They as souls ascended in your embrace
They as ancestors, vestiges of the past
Yet still awesome in their presence

O mighty one, the one and only law
The one and only omnipotence, the righteous
How benevolent of you to give us Saint Paschal
As protector and go-between, our link to power
As we weave our dreams he makes them potent
As we navigate our path, he carries the light

O mighty one, make his light ever shine
And by our link we shine as well as epicures
As a tiny spark we create a conflagration
A conflagration of peace and beauty
A conflagration of anything good and
The earth so scorched in your wonder