When time like a beetle ticks in the wainscoting
Praise the light curving into space denying gravity.
When chaos cracks our order into particles of energy
Praise Divine Seeing for our being in the Garden.
When our treasures are stolen
Praise the spaces to be filled.
When we cannot hear
Praise silence for listening.
If we cannot see
Praise the dark in which visions
like stars sometimes appear.
When only the affluent are invited to the feast
Praise the homeless for sharing their wealth.
When loneliness lies in a dear companion's place
Praise sorrow for new ways of knowing.
When a stranger in our land is feared
And neighbors are no longer speaking
Praise the heart for breaking.