Poem: Evensong
Our father, who art in heaven
And whose presence may be felt
Most acutely
In the ringing naves yearning for the sky
Like ambitious tomato vines,
Hear our song.
We praise you, sir, for giving us everything:
Life (and the sorrowful joys and disappointments and triumphs it brings);
And love (and the ecstatic devastation it makes).
These things make us human, too human.
We understand our earthly place
In the firmament
That you created for our benefit,
The playground and theater and hospice
That serves as setting for your divine drama.
And we thank you. We thank you a thousand million times and we say
Amen.
