To the God of Grief and Grace

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.