CANTICLE OF CREATION
In the beginning, O Holy One, You alone existed: eternally one yet pregnant in the fullness of unity. Full to overflowing, You, Mother of All Life, exploded outward in a billion bits and pieces.
Your Words became flesh, whirling in shining stars, shimmering suns and in genesis glimmering galaxies. You, O Holy One, spoke, and Your Words became flesh: in sun and moon, earth and seas, mountains and gentle hills, rolling rivers and silent streams.
You, O Holy One, spoke, and Your Words became flesh: in winged bird, in deer and elephant, in grazing cow, racing horse and fish of the deep. Your Words, so unique and so varied, filled the earth also with rabbit, squirrel and ant.
And all Your Words were beautiful, and all were good. From each of these holy Words arose a prayer of praise and adoration to You, their creator and wondrous womb.
"Praise You," rang out the redwood, "Blessed he You," chimed in the cedar, "Holy are You," prayed the prairie grasses. From all four corners of this earth, rose up a chorus of perpetual adoration.
O Sacred Spirit, 0 Divine Breath of Life, unseal my ears that they may ever listen to Your continuous canticle of creation; open my heart and my whole self, to sing in harmony with all its many voices.
Teach me to commune with Your first Word made flesh, Your Creation, that I may he able to unravel the wondrous words of Your second Word made flesh, Jesus, through whom, with whom and in whom, I may see myself as another Word of Yours made flesh, to Your glory and honor. Amen
These are the inspired words of Edward Hays - Prayers for the Domestic Church