Snow Crystal Alyssum
God of imagination, I greet you!
Let the greeny-blue orb of our journeying around the sun praise you.
Let the birthing of stars and planets undiscovered praise you.
Let the mountain majesties and the humbler hills praise you.
Let the oceans, wide and deep, praise you.
Let the rainfall, snowfall, leaf-fall praise you.
Let the dwindling forests praise you.
Let the ferns and mosses, the flowering plants and prairie grasses praise you.
Let the animals of feather, fur and fin praise you.
Let the farms and fields, the soil and air praise you.
Let the winds and breezes, the day time and night time praise you.
Let the honeybees and butterflies praise you.
Let the great blue heron and the hummingbird praise you.
Let our thinking, our feeling and our doing praise you.
Let our days, our weeks, our months and years praise you to eternity.
Let the cathedral and the chapel, the temple and the mosque praise you.
Let the merciful and the clean of heart praise you.
Let the peacemakers praise you.
Let the ancestors in their struggles praise you.
Let the brokenhearted in their sea and desert crossings praise you.
Let the children of border incarceration praise you.
Let the families of separation praise you.
Let the people of panic and dismay praise you.
Let the victim girls and boys of greed praise you.
Let the people of no-conscience praise you.
Let Mary - Mother, Friend and First Disciple praise you.
Let Peter, James and John praise you.
Let Abraham and Sarah, Francis and Clare, Benedict and Scholastica praise you.
Let the monks and nuns, the mothers and the fathers praise you.
Let the excluded, the vulnerable, the dead-ended praise you.
Let the elites and the comfortable praise you.
And may I, close to the earth about myself, praise you.
Father Stephen P. Morris
