Our bodies burst for wanting to magnify You, O God-

so we cross our fingers, take a deep breath

and break out in four-part refrains-

rejoicing in You.

Surely- from now on-

all generations will

feel this blessed-

as we do;

for You hear our noise… all of it-

in it’s four part mess

and still

You ask us to give you more.

Holy is Your name.

You- who make the blue of herons

and the sweet sand of pears.

You- who speaks in fire

and dresses in the nothingness of silence.

All the nations breathe in You.

The creatures all look to You.

Still-

You tilt

Your ear

to hear

…us.

Holy is Your name.

by, Sarah CR Clark; Winter 2011