Glorious Creator

sequoia
Our hearts hear trillions of angels
praise You in heaven song language.

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,
oxygen-producing forests,

in awe of Your waterfall or
ocean wave voice, we kneel transfixed.

Come soon to preside, Peace-Giver;
empower humble Earth-keepers.

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