God in Nature

HANG ME AMONG YOUR WINDS

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Category: God Revealed in the Processes of Nature

Published on Sunday, 17 October 2010 23:19

Hang me among your winds, O God,

Above the tremulous stars,

Like a harp of quivering silver strings,

Showering, as it swings,

Its tuneful bars

Of eerie music on the earth.

Play over me, God

Your cosmic melodies:

The gusty overture for Spring's

Caprice and wayward April's mirth;

The sensuous serenade

Of Summer, languid in the alder glade;

The wistful symphonies

Of Autumn; and Winter's rhapsodies

Among the drifted dunes--

Her lullabies and her torrential tunes

Moody with wild cadenzas, with fitful stress

And poignant soundlessness.

Touch me, O God, with but a gestrure--

And let each finger sweep

Over my strings until they leap

With life, and rain

Their silver chimes upon the plain,

In harmonies of far celestial spaces,

Of high and holy places.

Lew Sarett