Island children, peasants, all who live close
to earth and sky revere You, Creator.
Lightning cracks our illusions of grandeur.
Earth exploiters’ moxie evaporates;
temps rise; forest fires and earthquakes increase
in tandem with political tantrums.
But, Love, You rule: whirling in countless stars
You spark hope in hearts lost in hope’s vacuum;
Your light withers power-mad, brain-dead gods.
Pulsing with Your Joyous Peaceful Spirit
we dance the spokes of Life’s intricate web,
singing thank You, Ageless Love; all is well.