Invocation

Green and rolling upper pastures
stand golden in the falling sun,
a higher, brighter world than this one.
An atmosphere more fit to breathe;
a realm of clarity and peace
where the soul can find release.

I sit amid the waving grass
above a plain of steel and glass.
Here above the roar of engines,
tiny songbirds fill the branches
with their piping gentle voices.
Hearing them, my heart rejoices.

Sifting seeds and rushing grass
show the place where his feet pass,
if any has the ears to hear.
His glory shines in blade and wing,
and in each created thing,
if any has the eyes to see.

God forgive us, we are blind,
including me most of the time;
I wish that I could tell you why.
Yet, here upon this glorious day,
with the city spread below me,
I lift up outstretched arms to pray.

A welling voice within me cries,
all of you, open your eyes!
May the knowledge of the Holy
cover this entire valley
as the waters do the sea!
May its people know your mercy;

Open hearts and minds through me!