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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.