Today's Earth Prayer
The heavens bespeak the glory of God
The firmament ablaze, a text of his works.
Dawn whispers to sunset
Dark to dark the word passes; glory, glory.
All in a great silence,
no tongue’s clamor—
yet the web of the world trembles
conscious, as of great winds passing.
The bridegroom’s tent is raised,
a cry goes up: He comes! a radiant sun
rejoicing, presiding his wedding day.
From end to end of the universe hi progress.
No creature, no least being but catches fire from him.
— Daniel Berrigan