
Glory be to you, O Lord,
for this arisen-ness of May:
For the golden joy of a million dandelions
falling like sunlight on awakening fields;
For the flame of azaleas
and the confetti of apple blossoms
celebrating this most amazing life;
For the wild anthems of birds at sunrise
and the noonday hum of bees;
For the first tendrils of garden peas
and the hopefulness of lettuce
waiting for what is yet to come;
For rain, soft upon the land,
and air, sweet, tender, alive;
For children rejoicing in long grass,
rising into tempting treetops,
racing around bases
as if they could make world itself turn
by sheer exuberance;
For these we give you thanks, O God.
Let it be that in our gratitude
we may know your presence,
and that in your presence
we may find our peace.
Amen.
--Timothy Haut, May, 2013
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