O God the Maker, whose creation
brings forth stuttering praises of awe and wonder
from the untutored tongues of your children,
our hearts overflow with your marvelous love.
Holy One, you weave the silken tapestry of heaven,
glorious to drink in and refresh our faith,
spread overhead like the canopy of a mighty oak
drawn anew to contemplate the depth of your wisdom.
Our feet firmly planted among the grasses,
our eyes lifted to the spangled expanse
of the roof of the world You have made, World-Warden;
we stretch heavenward like tender saplings.
You have fashioned this Earth as our home,
and made it holy by the work of your fingers
for all to rejoice in your bounty.
Gratitude and wonder are the foundation of our prayer,
surging up like a spring of water from our souls.
And now, O Creator,
gather our swirling thoughts
within the bounds of your mercy,
and grant your blessing upon us,
and all who turn their hearts to your light
as we pray.
Amen.
Photo: Ruins of Whitby Abbey, from the British Library entry on Hilda of Whitby.
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