Tuesday, November 6, 2012


O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
Out of the mouth of babies and infants,
you have established strength because of your foes,
to still the enemy and the avenger.

Look up,
crane back
and see,
past the buildings,
past the trees,
past the veiling clouds,
the sky at night.
Worlds whorled,
planets painted,
stars spattered
in joyful, pure promiscuity.
And why?

When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
and the son of man that you care for him?
 Look down now,
man, stand abashed
aghast at what you are.
Fearful, yes,
wonderful, yes,
hands made to work,
turned to wound,
eyes to see,
shut against your God?
Not so, my brothers!

Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.
You have given him dominion over the works of your hands;
you have put all things under his feet,
all sheep and oxen, and also the beasts of the field,
the birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea,
whatever passes along the paths of the seas.

O man, you stand atop creation,
what will you do?
Will you now bow,
seek and serve the God
that made you?
Or sit,
tongue bit,
heart wrenched
and clenched
against the God
who yet,
for all that,
is Love?
And will you open
heart open
hand open
and fall,
call on that God and on His Son and live?
And love your God?
And love your neighbor?

O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!

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