I'm reading Poetry as Spiritual Practice by Robert McDowell. In it he challenges us to write a hymn of our own in our own tradition, that expresses how we feel about the divine. This is my first stab at such a thing.
My Hymn
God, I see you in the majestic mountains
I see you in the roaring, restless sea
I see you in the incredible beauty of a sunset
I see you in the wildness of the eagle's flight.
God, I see you in the faces of friends
In the innocence of children
In those sharing the pews with me
In voices raised in hymns of praise.
God I see you in the tall sunflowers
In the simple daisies
In the perfumed rose
In the crowd of foxglove.
God I see you in your care of me
In the words of authors I read
In the moving images of poetry
In the words you inspire me to write.
God I hear you in symphonies
In the song of birds
In Christmas Carols
In children's laughter.
God you are very near my heart:
In Advent, waiting for Christ to come
In the rest after a busy week
In the kindnesses of friends
In the creation of things with my own hands.
God I want to see with your eyes:
The sadness of things happening in the world
The horror of incessant warfare
The hunger of children around the world
The needs in my own community.
My God, help me to see
Help me to hear
May I become your hands and feet
To this needy world.
Aargh! I can't get this to format properly. In each stanza all the lines are supposed to be tabbed in except the first line.
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