An Atheopagan Prayer by Mark Green
Praise to the wide spinning world Unfolding each of all the destined tales compressed In the moment of your catastrophic birth
Wide to the fluid expanse, blowing outward Kindling in stars and galaxies, in bright pools
Of Christmas-colored gas; cohering in marbles hot And cold, ringed, round, gray and red and gold and dun And blue Pure blue, the eye of a child, spinning in a veil of air,
Warm island, home to us, kind beyond measure: the stones And trees, the round river flowing sky to deepest chasm, salt And sweet. Praise to Time, enormous and precious, And we with so little, seeing our world go as it will Ruing, cheering, the treasured fading, precious arriving, Fear and wonder, Fear and wonder always. Praise O black expanse of mostly nothing Though you do not hear, you have no ear nor mind to hear Praise O inevitable, O mysterious, praise Praise and thanks be a wave Expanding from this tiny temporary mouth this tiny dot Of world a bubble
Going out forever meeting everything as it goes All the great and infinitesimal Gracious and terrible All the works of blessed Being.
May it be so.
May it be so.
May our hearts sing to say it is so.
Praise to the wide spinning world Unfolding each of all the destined tales compressed In the moment of your catastrophic birth
Wide to the fluid expanse, blowing outward Kindling in stars and galaxies, in bright pools
Of Christmas-colored gas; cohering in marbles hot And cold, ringed, round, gray and red and gold and dun And blue Pure blue, the eye of a child, spinning in a veil of air,
Warm island, home to us, kind beyond measure: the stones And trees, the round river flowing sky to deepest chasm, salt And sweet. Praise to Time, enormous and precious, And we with so little, seeing our world go as it will Ruing, cheering, the treasured fading, precious arriving, Fear and wonder, Fear and wonder always. Praise O black expanse of mostly nothing Though you do not hear, you have no ear nor mind to hear Praise O inevitable, O mysterious, praise Praise and thanks be a wave Expanding from this tiny temporary mouth this tiny dot Of world a bubble
Going out forever meeting everything as it goes All the great and infinitesimal Gracious and terrible All the works of blessed Being.
May it be so.
May it be so.
May our hearts sing to say it is so.
( John Halstead )
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