To the God of weariness
and pain,
who spoke
and sang
and breathed in spices
and the dust that you are
and to which you will return,
you, who spoke
and sang
and breathed
the name of God.
To this glorious god,
of grief
and grace,
who spoke,
who broke,
who breathed a song -
we are song
and it is good.
Sing, and shout praise -
the world is fire!
The dust swirls,
we skitter and sway,
touching flame,
touching light.
We are light
and it is good -
God yes! It is
good.
To this great God
of infinite rising,
I sing your praise
In light
In love
In grief
and pain
In glorious exaltation
I rise
and Your holy name is
great.
