by Richard M. Moss, MD

The elements declare the dawn,
The sky heralds the impure blood.
A psalm speaks to a reticent meadow,
Yet hides the face of the eternal flood.

The sacrifice of the epistle of laughter,
Labors in the dreams of the golden past.
The holiness of rain is not forgotten,
Each horizon graces a song that is vast.

A prayer is the music of memory,
It dances in a whisper that is holy.
The voice is the sacrament of heaven,
We seek the memory held closely.

A blessing escapes our lips,
The wind attends a ceremony.
Praise adorns the heavens that sleep,
We shudder before the patrimony.

Each moment vanishes in the lap of time,
Still, we recall the song of the Creator.
His whisper distilled elements into being,
We pass gently through the vacant theater.

The wicked are repentant in the cradle of sin,
Their memory dwells in the romance of the cave.
They have cleansed their lips in gracious currents,
Bowing toward the temple, no longer slaves.

Austere is the majesty of the sky,
Incense surrounds the wine of sacrifice.
The kindness of the meadow speaks a new tongue,

Praise to the Almighty has a price.

A poem arises as a feast,
It is clothed in mercy, and fragrant.
Honor becomes the sacred vessel,
It lauds the covenant that is ancient.

Sing in the virtues of the land,
The hills are scented with myth.
Solemn rivers adorn the garden,
Gratitude is the shadow you travel with.

The assembly of psalms is as incense,
We announce the legacy of princes.
Bow to the mystery of a tree,
The arcades of stars are as kisses.

The mountains deny the balance of rapture,
But poets know the eulogy of dream.
We praise you, O Lord, for the wonders of nature,
As the skies and the wind bless the stream.

The planets record the agony of birth,
Music blessed the chorus of wings.
Creator of the towers and the grape,
Is it the same sovereign of spring?

Awe is the perfume that binds the galaxies,
The Lord of the universe exhales the fable.
Serenity is the flight of holiness,
Faith is the geometry that is stable.

Devotion is the measure of wisdom,
Science is a song not spent.
Reason fled before the imperium.
The laws of nature are not an accident.

Praise to the One to whom all praise is due,
Surrender is the measure of a fragmented space.
Now and forever before the majesty of the King,
Glory is the symbol of forgotten grace.

Gratitude humbled the testament of the age,
The Creator unleashed the rapture of physics.
Find the mystery of the ascent,
Each moment, the eternal One predicts.

A kiss lifts treason from the profane,
The impure is stolen and made sacred.
So, too, does prayer accord revelation,
Reason is the sacrifice that is naked.

Disclose and worship the science of wrath,
Algebra declined the metamorphosis.
The music of eternity is solemn,
Deny not the kinship of the eclipse.

The science of infinity is hidden in the planets,
Orbits recall the admission of the ellipse.
Insights reflect the turning of the moon,
Your praise, O, Lord, will never depart from our lips.