Lord of all languages, whose mighty Word
the sky, seas and dry land obediently heard,
With Wisdom your consort and love your design,
in infinite detail made all beings combine.

Lord of all terrible cymbals and drums,
of storm and of earthquake when doubt and fear comes,
Still over the noise and the flames we can hear
in our hearts your command to have faith and not fear.

Lord of all whispering, speak in the leaves
the small voice that counsels each one who believes,
Lift our eyes to the mountain, give us peace from the field
and wash us with rain that our souls may be healed.

Lord of all language, convey to our eyes
in the beauty of flowers, in the grandeur of skies,
The breadth of your systems of death and renewal,
the giving of life as life's own precious fuel.