O Prophetic Poet!

O Prophetic Poet of the Universe,

in each sunrise and sunset

You streak the sky with dazzling metaphors of justice,

the strength of your arm gleaming from goldleaf stanzas.

You scatter the proud in their conceit

with your fuchsia-streaked hair,

Lift up the lowly in glittering ruby slippers,

and nourish the hungry from an Orange Crush fountain.

“Trust me” shines like a simmering silver pendant

around the neck of messenger-bearing clouds.

Your faithful help remains constant

from the pink pulchritude of dawn

to the verdant gloaming of dusk.

Come O Creator of form and beauty,

help us remember your promise of mercy:

every generation that blesses will be blessed!