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.