May the sounds of every city in every land–

the rush of traffic, the din of piledrivers

the hum of power lines, the roar of furnaces

the whine of pumps, the howl of the crowd

the patter of conversation, the rumble of tires–

harmonize into one sweet song of divine praise

that cancels cacaphony and synthesizes symphony.

May we take delight in doing the right,

May we not only pray, but sing our way

into the presence of God.

Let God alone be God: let us belong to God.

Let gratitude and delight usher us

Into the intimate presence of God

Let God alone be good, let God be known as Love

Let Love remain for good, forever.