O fierce and captivating love of God,

drive the wind like hope leaping through the riot

of the temporal realms of mortal blood,

go crash the oceans with strong bounding waves

and energise where the waters are quiet;

dance on grassy hills and sing in the caves,

lend solid rock to the old crumbling mountains,

whistle atop summits all throughout earth,

rush through cities and splash in spurting fountains,

look a child in the eyes and cry and laugh,

kick joy into the air and pacify the bickering day,

then remain silent so we may know we’re the suffering clay.