A vibrant dancing rainbow of 

Redemptive rhythms

Echoes through the cosmos

Cetacea, Cranes, Wrens and Beech trees 

Join the Hymn of the Universe,

Wonderland of colors swaying in liquid love – 

Ever-flowing Love blowing warm from conception

And flowers waltz with bumble bees while

The Maker, fastened to a Roman gibbet,

Wears as his only earthly possession the

Aroma of spikenard mingled with 

Tears of love.

The creative fires of

Life and of Death are

One and the same, and 

“All will be

Well, and all will be 

Well, and all manner of

Things will be well.”^[1]

^[1] Julian of Norwich