Arms raised to the sky

Music swirls around

Voices reach to the heavens

Heaven reaches back down.

Hands cleaning and scrubbing

Words of kindness reach out

Placing others before you

Giving to all those without.

Fingers clenching the blanket

Tears slip to the ground

Head bowed in anguish

Whispers of praise still resound.

All this and more

Is Creation’s purpose

Let all life be filled

With this splendid worship.