For sacred habitats,
we give thanks.
For those lost,
we lament.
For creatures that cling, or hang upside down,
we marvel - and we weep.
Amid confusion and fear and screeches and squawks,
we long for silence.
When there is silence,
we long for any signs of life.
In devastation,
we search for rebirth.
In blackened stumps,
we seek new growth.
For magpies and caterpillars,
for wallabys and cockatoos,
for pythons and sugar gliders,
for frogs and bush bees,
We plead for restoration,
for restoration,
for salvation.
Save your creation, O Healing Spirit.
Redeem your creatures from our sin.
Liberate the fallen from this hellish landscape.
Offer the gentle soaking of life through rain.
Gift again your beloved with showers of mercy.
Work your wonders
so we might tell again of your glory.
(C) A A Koh-Butler, 2020
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