Brother Sun and Sister Moon

Shine on the people of this world.

Let them recall the smells of spring

On cold and drear November days.

And let them hear the baby’s cry,

That all the hounds of hell defy,

And give them all the boons of love –

For love is really all we are –

The tiny gestures – the glance, the word –

That will in memory reoccur.

And deep amidst the fears of night

Bring a holy glimmer of delight.