The world laughs with life.
Great red-stalked rhubarb devouring sun,
Elegant irises, raising their fleurs-de-lis
Like flags against the sky,
And buttercups in long grass,
Waving in the sweet wind
A song of unending joy.
These, and every mosquito at dusk,
Every sparrow stretching its gaping mouth
From its sheltered nest,
Every frog and fish and barnyard cat,
Every boy running in a clovered field,
Every weary heart smiling
At some remembered June morning—
All rise as new creation,
This universe born again and again
All rise from that well, that heart, that yearning,
(Father, Son, and Spirit)
That utter, truest mystery,
That stirring of Love’s love
Beyond and in all things.
Holy, holy, holy . . .