Of living things grown close in brotherhood
Of strength and beauty, of oil, wine and food.
I sing the God of stern and solid stone
Severe, austere and snow-capped, standing alone
Amid their lesser fellows. Of beam and bone
Of earth on which green living things have grown.
Of rhythm, rhyme, and rectitude; the wax and wane
Of times and seasons; of wisdom slowly gained
In solitude, in book, in pipe, in rain.
I sing the God of doe and deer, of dove
Direct, diverse, diffuse, below and above
And in, around and through, like hand in glove,
In sunsets, stars and blazing sun in grove
In city, in time alone, in still and move
And in all things,
The God of Love!