EXTRAVAGANT PRAISE

Let all the living creature

Join this extravagant praise

While the sun or the light,

The moon or the star stands still

Let the trembling, echoing

And the shivering of his creatures

Praise His Mighty name

Or ever will the silver cord be loosed

And the golden bowl be broken at the stream

Or the wheel at the cistern

Or the jewels cease to sparkle

And the gold looses its luster

Then, the throne becomes a prison

Let the trees in the forest

Lead the everlasting praise

The squawking birds are cymbals

The howling, screaming, snarling

And barking are trumpets

The whining of the horses are guitars

The crooning of the ducks are harps

The rumbling and clapping of thunders are percussion and bason

The rattling of chain and windows

Are violin and xylophones

The sounds and signs of man

The chattering, yawning, snoring, sighing, shrieking, gasping, panting,

Moaning, groaning, muttering, snapping, whispering, rumbling,

Chuckling, whistling, sniffing, choking, grunting, yelping

Are musical instruments

Come, join in this extravagant praise

A soul of praise is more than a soul of entertainment

A soul connected in His praise

Is more than the best connection

The power in His praise

Is more than the power of television

The gift of His star

Is more than reaching the star

Let the living creatures

Praise the creator

For their nature and nomenclature

And for the noble numinous nurture of the creator

Let all that is in me

Praise Him in the beauty of His holiness