Each morning I sing the sun awake,
Each night I greet the moon’s soft light.
The trees are the pillars of my church,
The stones my pews and pious alter.
I live as one with all the realms:
May the earth always support my body,
May the sky ever stretch above my head,
May the waters ever surround my spirit.
May I know the shape of the cosmos
Until my dying day.
And may I join it joyfully
When that day has come.
by Rev. Michael J. Dangler
Roxanne Barbour, Author 