Praise be to God for dappled things,
for light through trees, for moonlit wings
of birds flitting their way through night,
for the smooth and speckled skin of pears
on the windowsill, now ripe.
Praise be to God for fragile things,
small eggs in nests, the newborn child,
the vulnerable sharing of another’s heart
with you, fellow sojourner through this wild
and turbulent path of life.
Praise be to God for mighty things,
for water carving deep through rock,
for voices gathered in such harmony
that the passing wanderer’s ear is stopped
and held in captive wonder.
All praise be unto to God, my soul.
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