Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Psalm 114

When we were freed of all that oppressed us,
and gave ourselves to the Holy One,
The moon smiled,the waters laughed,
the mountains skipped like rams and the hills like young sheep.
What tickled you, moon, that you smiled?
O waters, that you giggled?
You mountains that skipped like rams
and you little hills like young sheep?
It was nature’s glad notice of the liberation of her offspring
and a welcoming of her children home.

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