Sunday, February 08, 2009
Canticle of the Sun
I have by no means reached the end of favourite hymns that I want to learn properly, but this week I felt like trying something new. St Francis is a huge favourite of mine, and it is SO sunny here - so I have chosen The Canticle of the Sun.
We spent today fire-prepping (clearing away all loose flammable materials, running the pumps to water the walls and surrounding grass/trees, packing bags in case we need to evacuate the boys). We have been incredibly lucky so far this year, not even a whiff of smoke on the horizon. But with daily temperatures over 40 degrees Celsius (that's 104F) everything is tinderbox dry. All we need is a spark to light it.
Victoria, where my sister lives, has not been so fortunate. So far there are more than 100 suspected deaths - 96 confirmed. It's quite horrific. For once I am glad my sister and her family live in the big city! and in case you are wondering - I'm keeping those bags I mentioned packed and ready for the rest of the summer - just in case!
Canticle of the Sun
The heavens are telling the glory of God,
and all creation is shouting for joy.
Come, dance in the forest, come, play in the field,
and sing, sing to the glory of the Lord.
1. Praise for the sun, the bringer of day,
he carries the light of the Lord in his rays;
the moon and the stars who light up the way
unto your throne.
2. Praise for the wind that blows through the trees,
the seas' mighty storms, the gentlest breeze;
they blow where they will, they blow where they please
to please the Lord.
3. Praise for the rain that waters our fields,
and blesses our crops so all the earth yields;
from death unto life her mystery revealed
springs forth in joy.
4. Praise for the fire who gives us his light,
the warmth of the sun to brighten our night;
he dances with joy, his spirit so bright,
he sings of you.
5. Praise for the earth who makes life to grow,
the creatures you made to let your life show;
the flowers and trees that help us to know
the heart of love.
6. Praise for our death that makes our life real,
the knowledge of loss that helps us to feel;
the gift of your self, your presence revealed
to bring us home.