Lauds

Thou,
Holiness,
One,
in morning stillness
I walk among you.
From dark earth beneath
you branch out above me.
From dark space beyond
you shine down among us.
In darkness hidden deep
your invisible angels
of bug and fungus fashion glory,
working their feast of rot and fermentation,
your millioned resurrections.

Your trees and I breathe each other,
in and out.
They branch out in me.
I breathe in them,
each breath a hymn.

I move through you,
the holy space between us;
the air of you is charged
with light, with birds, with praise.

Our flights are song,
our greenness is praise,
even our stones,
  being,
      praise,
their silence your purest praise.
I waken to my belonging.
How could we
     — even I—
ever stop
     — even in death—
praising you?

-Steve Garnaas-Holmes
from Unfolding Light blog