The Frozen Frontiersman

I set You up on my high places

carve me out of this wooden world

fashion me into a little You

touch me and cause my members to praise a holy and living God.

In spiritual metaphor

I burn down these figurines 

and spill over the statues

(breaking off their heads and hands)

and I utterly demolish any semblance of world-born idols.

I’ve carried the bundle up and up, erecting an altar.

I offer You my entorched flesh.

May it be a sweet savor unto Thee.

I set You up on my high places

Be praised….