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Embracing the Mystery
I found this on a Celtic Christianity website and thought I'd share it with you all. Being both a lover of God and of Nature, it really speaks to me. This sums up very well the joy I find in going out into "God's world"- the wild that He created. I pray we always have such places to find His Presence and Power.
"Canticle of the Sun"
Sing to the sun, the bringer of day, he carries the light of the Lord in his rays, the moon and the stars, who light up the way unto Your throne.
Refrain:
The heavens are telling the glory of God, and all creation is shouting for joy
Come, dance in the forest, come play in the field and sing,
Sing to the glory of the Lord
Praise to the wind, that blows through the trees, the seas mighty storms, the gentlest breeze, they blow where they will, they blow where they please, to please the Lord
Praise to the rain that waters our fields, and blesses our crops, so all the earth yields, from death unto life her mystery concealed, springs forth in joy.
Praise to the fire, who gives us his light, the warmth of the sun to brighten our night, he dances with joy, his spirit so bright, he sings of You.
Sing to the earth, who makes life to grow, the creatures You made to let Your life show, the flower and trees that help us to know the Heart of Love.
Praise to our death, that makes our life real, the knowledge of loss that helps us to feel, the Gift of Yourself, Your Presence revealed to bring us home."
"Canticle of the Sun"
Sing to the sun, the bringer of day, he carries the light of the Lord in his rays, the moon and the stars, who light up the way unto Your throne.
Refrain:
The heavens are telling the glory of God, and all creation is shouting for joy
Come, dance in the forest, come play in the field and sing,
Sing to the glory of the Lord
Praise to the wind, that blows through the trees, the seas mighty storms, the gentlest breeze, they blow where they will, they blow where they please, to please the Lord
Praise to the rain that waters our fields, and blesses our crops, so all the earth yields, from death unto life her mystery concealed, springs forth in joy.
Praise to the fire, who gives us his light, the warmth of the sun to brighten our night, he dances with joy, his spirit so bright, he sings of You.
Sing to the earth, who makes life to grow, the creatures You made to let Your life show, the flower and trees that help us to know the Heart of Love.
Praise to our death, that makes our life real, the knowledge of loss that helps us to feel, the Gift of Yourself, Your Presence revealed to bring us home."