The nitrogen-rich snow falls on Zalmon and

As it melts ever so gently into 

Rivulets of living water all

Fresh pristine pure,

Trickling, then cascading, life-

Giving, life-sustaining life-

Refreshing, a host of snow-

Angel women, all very

Human indeed,

Broadcast the Logos the εὐαγγέλιον

In songs of joy, their

Vibrant voices ringing out 

Harmoniously over valleys and

Mountains and lakes and 

Seas and islands.

On their song rides YHWH, King of Glory

Galloping in the ancient heavens

Scattering those who delight in war

Extinguishing those who destroy the earth, while

Bearing up the Beloved day after day.

The nations and empires are but

A drop in the bucket; they 

Amount to nothing

Nothing at all