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Nature's Hymn


A poem by David Jalajel

Our Lord! You wrought the lion’s roar
From earth and air and ancient fear,
In fire and strife under stars long gone.

Engraved in cliffs, though ghosts of stone,
We sing of You, our sovereign Lord.

Eternal Fashioner of our feral days! –
From desolate seas to the depths of land
We crawled; we heaved our creeping forms.

Engraved in cliffs, though ghosts of stone,
We sing of You, our sovereign Lord.

Our lives You framed on a lathe of change
To be as breath, the briefest whisper
Of truth and love in trammeled bone.

Engraved in cliffs, though ghosts of stone,
We sing of You, our sovereign Lord.

Copyright © David Jalajel, 2006.