Build me a sanctuary:
So you said in past times
Although you had no need,
For we were all giants
In thought and size, all fit
As a church. Yet we built
Tabernacles for our humilty.

Even after our diminishing
In your fresh-washed world
When we lost our first innocence,
The greens and browns, the forests
And fields, the bright slashes of earth
Were still a house of meditation.

But now with all the sudden growth
Of putrifying gases, yellow and noxious,
And creeping heaps of glass and plastic
And great slicks of oils floating
Through every dead stream to the sea
And our whole world dying, Lord,
Lord, build us a sanctuary.

By Charles H. Tidwell, Jr, in Spectrum: A Quarterly Journal of the Association of Adventist Forums, 3.4 (Autumn 1971): 21.