Oh Word, whose language can be lily or rose, rain, dewy cloud, scaly fish or feathered bird, whose music trumpets in morning and plays out night, orchestrates stars, speaks thunder and sunshine. Word, who composes lion, dolphin or lively stoat, inscribes wisdom in insect, gorilla and mountain goat, writes perfect signatures in each atomic thing, whose silent symphony mystifies with symmetry.
Word, praise to thee who sang Self into humanity for looking we find in thy grammar superb diversity.