My rewrite of Psalm 8, from Nan C. Merril's translations, Psalms for Praying
I guess this makes it twice removed....
Love, in all things
Glory of pure curiosity and wonder
Released from pride
Freed from fear
A simple gaze the smallest leaf, the tiniest creatures
reveal the expanse of the cosmos.
What power could there be in being human
if we forsake the power in these?
Why do we not nurture the earth, worship its creatures
tend to the resources that give us all life?
Our own breath teaches us to give and take.
Why do we deny one and only do the other?