We humans, creatures of Your Earth,
quake in Your presence, Thunder Voice.
You expose shameful presumptions:
the doctrine of discovery;
manifest destiny; natives
enslaved, plundered, decimated.
Holy Judge, You bellow in fires;
You roar with falling sequoias.
We cringe at lightning strikes and cry
torrents for torrential rains.
Grateful for carbon-absorbing,
in awe of Your waterfall or
ocean wave voice, we kneel transfixed.
Come soon to preside, Peace-Giver;
empower humble Earth-keepers.