O Lord, that I may see,
more than this blurry tree
standing here, before me—
cleanse mine eyes of obscuring vanity.
Grant unto me, Thy servant unworthy,
a heart of courage and purity
to discern sparks of Divinity
encased in flesh and bone humanity.
Consume, inflame, O Uncreated Fire,
my weakened body and soul—
sins innumerable taking their toll
—that like David’s mouth and lyre,
I may praise Thy Love, full of might,
every moment, hidden in plain sight.
Glimmers of Thy Beauty untold
cedar and pine do wondrously hold,
salvation’s story they do unfold—
grant Thy true Light manifold
that in tree and poor man, Thee I behold.