Be humbled by right relationship
to the soul in your heart,
like a child who has covered themselves,
innocently, in all the letters of God
and kneels in wonder before this
living creation,
every atom a mirror of the Giver.

Good Lord, what a story it is,
told over and over as a mercy,
descending into time to connect
with the timeless, gathering
the hearts who are always singing
in the valley my dreams once visited,
old and young, women and men,
standing on the rooftops
in joyful celebration:

This, then, is your community,
a single community,
and I am your Lord,
so worship.