Thanks for the searing of shooting stars,
the colors of the planets in the night sky,
the space and power beyond our perceiving
that sparkles the sky of our lives with your caring.
Thanks be to you, God, uncomfortably close,
giving life to dead dry things
-- the dance of pure stillness,
the beat of our hearts,
is your doing.
Thanks be to you, God, known in a body
who blessed as he lived,
who raised up our life
to be gathered as one,
reaching out for the kingdom.
Worship in the Celtic Tradition
from the Iona Community
(Paulist Press, 1996)