no great corpse animated

 by the hand of God.

What is this then

 that goads my heart to sing,

and causes me to stop and gaze in awe.

Into glacial mountain valleys

deep and wide,

and humbling sunsets

in panoramic view.

What is there now that hasn't been?

Nothing's new.

And sometimes in the dark of night

I hear you call my name,

softly you wrap me in your arms,

home in your loving care.

I am only one small and fragile thing.

No great corpse, but --

animated by the hand of God.