O Beloved,
how noble Your Names
in all the earth.
Chanted by infants and elders,
a sound to still
any violent vibrations.
When I look at the heavens,
the moon and the stars
You flung into being,
who are we
I wonder,
less than You
yet not.

Ah, yes, your Beloveds,
made from the same Energy
as the galaxies and ground,
asked to walk gently on the land
in mutual regard
for All That Is.

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